Hypochondriac Blues

Max Vernon

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    Here I am again
    Drowning in the sheets of my sweat stained bed
    I throw the covers over my head
    But when the light breaks through my body builds up the dread
    And two hours later, I work staring a hole in the wall
    I can see, I can smell
    You may think that I’m well
    But something isn’t right at all

    ‘Cause I can taste the bitter acid washing up my throat
    And I can feel the brittle marrow cracking in my bones
    And this headache means I’ve probably got a tumor in my head
    And this mark on my back is practically blood red
    It could be cancer of the spine but my doctor says I’m fine
    Say what you want, I can’t help the feeling that I’m dying

    I’ve got the sanity of Rosemary Kennedy before lobotomy
    And I’m the greatest threat to my own health
    But how can you blame me
    I wonder why I don’t see more people going crazy reading about the news every day
    Getting sick of feeling limp and useless
    Oh tell me what the use is
    The tortured soul I can save
    ‘Cause if you leave me alone with my mind
    You’re gonna dig my grave

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    Listen up my only friend
    If the sun should burn out and the world just ends
    Well we’d be dead, we wouldn’t be scared
    You can’t have fear if you don’t have time to reflect
    And the minutes you waste taking up space instead of really being alive
    Would be better put to use trying to make a friend or two
    ‘Cause they will give you the courage to get through life

    And it won’t be too long now before you’re gone
    And someone takes your place to carry the world on their arms
    Well that doesn’t sound nice, I should take my own advice
    And leave all my fear and hate behind
    But paranoia rules my brain while the shrink says I’m sane
    Well go ahead and diagnose whatever you want
    But you’re lying

    I’ve got the sanity of Rosemary Kennedy before lobotomy
    And I’m the greatest threat to my own health
    But how can you blame me
    I wonder why I don’t see more people going crazy reading about the news every day
    Getting sick of feeling limp and useless
    Oh tell me what the use is
    The tortured soul I can save
    ‘Cause if you leave me alone with my mind
    You’re gonna dig my grave

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