The Fever Came and the Good Lord Mopped His Brow

The fever came and the good lord mopped his brow. The sterile little needle punches a nice round bloody hole I had to see the doctor because the sweat had grown so cold I’ve got a ten pound prescription worth a bag of brown and gold Now I have seen Christ Jesus dying to save our corrupted soul I saw him when I took those tablets and the white light warmed me whole I woke up in a hospital they said “you have got to see the doctor because you’ve got problems these drugs will cure I’m told” So I sat in a hospital till they thought I was ready then I went into a hostel were the kids had drugs of many fold The sterile little needle punches a nice round bloody hole and I guess that’s just like Jesus trying in a world that’s evil and we’re all made from the very same mould