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MAX VERNON lyrics : "HYPOCHONDRIAC BLUES"

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 starin` a hole in the wall
I can see, i can smell, you may think that i`m well,
But somethin` isn`t right at all,

Cause i can taste the bitter acid washin` in my throat,
And i can feel the brittle marrow crackin` in my bones,
And this headache means i probably gotta 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 feelin` that i`m


Dyin` i`ve got the sanity
Of rose-a-mary 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 goin` crazy

Readin about the news everyday,
Getting sick of feelin` 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.

Listen up my only friend,

If the sun should burn out, 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
Takin` up space instead of really bein` alive,
Would be better put to use tryin` 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


Lyin`, i`ve got the sanity
Of rose-a-mary 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 goin` crazy
Readin about the news everyday,

Getting sick of feelin` limp and useless
Oh, tell me what the use is, the tortured soul i can save,
(the use is)

Cause if you leave me alone with my mind, you`re gonna dig my grave

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