Bubblemath - Your Disease Is Nicer lyrics

rate me

What'll I do till my fingers dry? Till the messy little grabbers get their way?

I would cancel all the answers in the wink of an eye

Just to give my hands a decent place to play

I don't wanna hear about your poor, private hell

I don't need to see you scars or count your tumors

I'm corrupt, and I'm feeling swell

Why do you complain so often when your disease is nicer?

Your disease is nicer

Everybost trusts in me that I'll make them well

Now I'm here to put an end to all those rumors

When you meet my prize personnel

You're as good as in your coffin, 'cause your disease is nicer

Your disease is nicer than mine

Standing all day in a sterile room

Can leave a surgeon feeling kinda drained

I'm bored with all your bleedin' and I'm sick of your doom

You're only here to keep me entertained

Year after year, my practice thrives

And I still treat my patients all the same

I play with their emotions and collect on their lives

And someone else will always get the blame