There Is No Cure For It

There is no cure for it

There is no cure for it

There is no cure for it

There is no cure for it

There is no cure

There is no cure for it

He takes her aside of McCarthy's

Says, "I'm gonna die"

She says "Archie, these are big wigs

For once don't make a scene"

Then let's do a line, or go sailing

Say that you're mine

She says, "Vaguely

And loose lips could use a little gin"

There is no cure for it

There is no cure for it

There is no cure for it

There is no cure for it

There is no cure

There is no cure for it

Well, oak, mahogany, walnut

Who gives sixteen fucks what I'm buried in

Leave my money to stray dogs

Or some crumbling church I've never been in

There is no cure for it

There is no cure for it

There is no cure for it

There is no cure for it

"Let's go for a ride", she says, "I'm up early"

He kicks it to drive, a cigarette burning

Downtown, a Technicolor grin

"Do you wanna die? Keep it to forty!"

He's starting to cry, says, "Never be boring"

She says, "Tough ground, I'm a boss, now reign it in"

Two families called up

By some sorry cop looking for kin

One wordless widow, one ex who says

"Huh, are you sure that it's him?"

There is no cure for it

There is no cure for it, no no no

There is no cure for this

No, there is no cure for this, no cure for it