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Bones Lament - Collaboration With Darren White
The drip is connected to my right arm It works, as they say, just like a charm I'm delirious with joy, must be morphine Here comes the best nurse you've ever seen My knee was connected to my thigh, they say My back once connected to my spine, but nay No more, they're disjointed now, I feel good My legs, if I have any, are sticks of wood The bedpan gives chills up and down my skin Turn my head , let loose, it feels like a sin Reruns on TV, watch the news ten times No peace in the world, nothing but crimes My ankles are swollen, I got a new cast When can I get out, I'm having a blast (not) The food is amazing, the soup is split pee I call the grim reaper, " come rescue me" Pressing the button, does this even work Singing loud to a chorus, I wish I could twirk I'm so gonna sleep now, have the wildest dreams 'bout my skeleton dancing alone with moonbeams My stay on the fifth floor is finally done Wheel me outside, I need to sit in the sun Only one final thing is left here to say: My much kneeded vacation, wasted away
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