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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
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Peter Kiggin
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