Lyrics

Well you flew to New Orleans To rent a car and to see your friend To put him in the hospital again In the back On the second floor Right across from the radio bar No food in the fridge I guess things had gone too far Well all things come and all things pass Takes a lot of medicine to go this fast (Takes a lot of medicine to go this fast) (Takes a lot of medicine to go this fast) Well all things come and all things pass (Takes a lot of medicine to go this fast) Did man invent his illnesses? We're fundamentally unstable Mother Mary's shrine Hiding under the table In your blue silk robe Burning cigarettes Dreaming of Isolde on a Baton Rouge deck Where you going and what's on spec? Well all things come and all things pass It takes a lot of medicine to go this fast (Takes a lot of medicine to go this fast) (Takes a lot of medicine to go this fast) Oh, all things come and all things pass but (Takes a lot of medicine to go this fast) I know, I know the feeling too I know that's why I'm here with you Receiver mind grabbing every stray broadcast Yes, it's true It takes a lot of medicine Just to go this fast (Takes a lot of medicine to go this fast) (Takes a lot of medicine to go this fast) (Takes a lot of medicine to go this fast) (Takes a lot of medicine to go this fast)
Writer(s): Nicholas Waterhouse Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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