November 12, 2015

Lyrics

Hey, you lucky kid
The others have come down with it
In the early stages, baby
So that means you have to watch them carefully
So keep them from running near the corner

When you are playing, play nice
And mind the nice lady three times daily
She'll give them something to make it, to make it go away
And you complain, you complain, you complain

Oh deary, your mother's got a fever
And clearly your daddy's gonna leave her
That leaves you with your little sisters, oh
And you know they didn't mean to cut you
Just had to see if your blood was sick, too
And it's clear with all the critters weakening your sisters
And your system's running quick and not as sickly as you think

And you will live long
You will bury them all in the ground
And your body will grow
And you'll bury them all

And you will live long
You will bury them all in the ground
And your body will grow
And you'll bury them all

And you will live long
You will bury them all in the ground
And your body will grow
It hurts to be the healthy one

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