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King Medicine

 

King Medicine

(アルバム: Orange Rhyming Dictionary - 1998)


Know that you'll soon go crazy, just like a whittling stick
Hit by the coming daylight, cut up in a quick succession
A pointed confession, really stripped of all your armor
Down to your very nature
Beneath the haze and vapor gaze

You're such a willing stick to beckon that wanting knife
And you've been looking for it the right blade all your life
Saying who's gonna cut me down to a size that suits me?
Is there a worthy sculptor among all you fine young knives?

It's enough to make you take your head and put it on a shelf
To cut the heart out from your chest now they'll come for that as well

Tell me how you do that crazy trick where you walk around asleep
Save it for your doctor friend, the one who keeps you under lock and key

You'll soon go screaming like a bargain basement lunatic
Who's not so specialized that they couldn't just replace you
Why don't you start crying for all that you've got left here?
Why don't you stop dying before you go and get it right?

Now you're selling off the house so you can buy the farm
You cut that heart out from your chest to let the light in through your arm

Tell me how you do that crazy trick where you walk around asleep
Save it for your doctor friend, the one who keeps you under lock and key

It's enough to make you take your head and put it in a bag
To cut the teeth out at the pink
Now there's nothing in the bag

Foul weather friend, you are so dying
An amateur chemist now
King medicine, when is it perfect?
Where is it leading you?

There is no cure, only reprieve
Some fleeting joy posing as balance
Nothing is sure, every four hours
King medicine, this subject loves you

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