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Sidney York

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Doctor, im plagued with this painful malady,
Hes not so much a man, hes more like a respiratory disease.
My glands distend, theres chills in my bones,
My tonsils swell and my throat is sore,
And i feel my temperature rise, feel my temperature rise...
And i feel my temperature rise, feel my temperature rise...
Please infect me!

The shortness of breath from his palm on my chest, i heave a gasp if i can.
He tickles my throat, so i fain an uncontrollable cough that leaves blood on my hands!
I wipe them clean, it leaves fingerprints on the sheets,
The stains wont go away! away! away!

Lay down your instruments, doctor, its futile to start!
Youre stethoscope will only prove, the futile beating of my heart!
Please do not resuscitate, ive had my fill,
You can unload the meds, but i wont take the pill,
The syringe penetrates to the bone, penetrates to the bone...
The syringe penetrates to the bone, penetrates to the bone...
Please inject me!

The dizziness lush, the nausea savoury, cramping sweet,
The fever burns forth, and the coolness of your hands round my throat is my only relief!
Dont operate, take me off the table
It wont help if i dont want to be saved! oh, be saved! be saved!

Oh, oh, oh, oh...
Oh, oh, oh, oh...
Unbandage me, unbandage me,
Unbandage me, the scabs you made will always bind me.

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