d**h Comesto Matteson - Doctors lyrics

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d**h Comesto Matteson - Doctors lyrics

Your army's running scared You haven't got a chance The preacher starts to preach But the man with the gun Is still trying to make you dance The doctors tell you the air is too proud To fill up the one good lung You've got left now Don't you know Love's a funny thing I signed a suicide pact When you put on that ring You realize that your god is dead It's the fifth one you've tried this month You try to wrap your head around it And as he goes He leaves his mark Whether needle holes or knife scars It turns a mother's love to scorn Can you tell me What is your drug of choice Is it the mirror, your fingers, or your voice You with the sign That says the time is now It's the end of the world Will you show it how