Jets To Brazil - King Medicine lyrics

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 of your chest 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 the heart out of your chest to let the light in through your arm

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 taking you?

there is no cure only reprieve some fleeting joy posing as balance

nothing is sure so every four hours king medicine

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