meegannie
Blue Crack Addict
Ladies and gentlemen, doctors and nurses
this place is a casualty department
all our mouths moan ?nurse!
give me the x-ray of your attention
prescribe the lifting of my curse
it?s any gathering of adults,
it's a nightclub, it?s a street,
dolce and gabbana is the rich kid?s bandage,
the poor ones just overeat
the walking wounded and the basket cases
limp from scene to scene
hunting out some loving surgeon
with a double life-support machine
but they?ll settle for a butcher and an aspirin
- they get by
bones fuse and nerves dull,
you can even fix a smile
she says ?we love each other really,
we just walk a crooked mile?
and one man?s meat is another?s e-coli,
yet no one can stand alone
this catch 22 makes mincemeat
of all the turkeys hanging on the phone
the foot soldiers and the sacrificial lambs
get dolled up and they drift
into the arms of the venus de milo,
hoping for a fireman?s lift,
but they just get judo, or fuck all
but doctors and nurses, plainclothes, exist,
their soft blows heal the breaks
their tongues apply wild lotions
licking deep into the aches
these are the good spin-doctors
when the planet grinds they help it glide,
untrained, unpaid and unannounced they
appear at your side
crushed fruit can make champagne
and roses blossom in manure
natural medicine floods our veins,
venom is venom?s cure
this place is a casualty department
all our mouths moan ?nurse!
give me the x-ray of your attention
prescribe the lifting of my curse
it?s any gathering of adults,
it's a nightclub, it?s a street,
dolce and gabbana is the rich kid?s bandage,
the poor ones just overeat
the walking wounded and the basket cases
limp from scene to scene
hunting out some loving surgeon
with a double life-support machine
but they?ll settle for a butcher and an aspirin
- they get by
bones fuse and nerves dull,
you can even fix a smile
she says ?we love each other really,
we just walk a crooked mile?
and one man?s meat is another?s e-coli,
yet no one can stand alone
this catch 22 makes mincemeat
of all the turkeys hanging on the phone
the foot soldiers and the sacrificial lambs
get dolled up and they drift
into the arms of the venus de milo,
hoping for a fireman?s lift,
but they just get judo, or fuck all
but doctors and nurses, plainclothes, exist,
their soft blows heal the breaks
their tongues apply wild lotions
licking deep into the aches
these are the good spin-doctors
when the planet grinds they help it glide,
untrained, unpaid and unannounced they
appear at your side
crushed fruit can make champagne
and roses blossom in manure
natural medicine floods our veins,
venom is venom?s cure
