Max Vernon - Hypochondriac Blues lyrics

rate me

Here I am again, drowning in the sheets of my sweat-stained bed,

I throw the covers over my head, but when the light breaks through,

My body builds up the dread and,

Two hours later I work starin’ a hole in the wall

I can see, I can smell, you may think that I’m well,

But somethin’ isn’t right at all,

Cause I can taste the bitter acid washin’ in my throat,

And I can feel the brittle marrow crackin’ in my bones,

And this headache means I probably gotta tumor in my head

And this mark on my back is practically blood red

It could be cancer of the spine, but my doctor says I’m fine

Say what you want, I can’t help the feelin’ that I’m

Dyin’ I’ve got the sanity

Of Rose-a-mary Kennedy before lobotomy,

And I’m the greatest threat to my own health,

But how can you blame me,

I wonder why I don’t see more people goin’ crazy

Readin about the news everyday,

Getting sick of feelin’ limp and useless

Oh, tell me what the use is, the tortured soul I can save,

Cause if you leave me alone with my mind, you’re gonna dig my grave.

Listen up my only friend,

If the sun should burn out, the world just ends,

Well we’d be dead, we wouldn’t be scared,

You can’t have fear if you don’t have time to reflect and,

The minutes you waste

Takin’ up space instead of really bein’ alive,

Would be better put to use tryin’ to make a friend or two

Cause they will give you the courage to get through life,

And it won’t be too long now before you’re gone,

And someone takes your place to carry the world on their arms.

Well that doesn’t sound nice,

I should take my own advice and

Leave all my fear and hate behind,

But paranoia rules my brain while the shrink says I’m sane,

Well go ahead and diagnose whatever you want, but you’re

Lyin’, I’ve got the sanity

Of Rose-a-mary Kennedy before lobotomy,

And I’m the greatest threat to my own health,

But how can you blame me,

I wonder why I don’t see more people goin’ crazy

Readin about the news everyday,

Getting sick of feelin’ limp and useless

Oh, tell me what the use is, The tortured soul I can save,

(the use is)

Cause if you leave me alone with my mind, you’re gonna dig my grave.

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Thanks to Rayne