The hospital’s filled with gold-colored eyes And nobody knows
The measles and mumps don’t come close in size
Only this alone created a packed-out room in the sky
Wherever we go, the smell so grotesque it kills your insides
And down would you go?
Put your bastard, die
Don’t off are better
Never had better die
be by don’t
Oh, the days fast, it seems
the air with
the
No more cards to paddle
my
Nuclear war take next
Oh, the plague, took
Standing get close
Won’t catch it, I’ve had it before
it was
To make me up, people just playing on the block
cares when crisis is near
apathy calls, all can
Put your bastard, as
there are
had better heart,
be don’t
the days move it
Running from
the air with rosemary
It’s plague, the century
No to paddle
All died from this
war will take
Oh, my
seems
from
Wash the air
It’s plague, century
No cards
All lovers died this
Nuclear war will next
Oh,