Allergies

(Maladies) No melodies

Allergies to dust and grain

Maladies, remedies

Still these allergies remain

My hands can't touch a guitar string

My fingers just burn and ache

My head intercedes with my bodily needs

And my body won't give it a break

My heart can stand a disaster

My heart can take a disgrace

But my heart is allergic to the women I love

And it's changing the shape of my face

Allergies, allergies

Something's living on my skin

Doctor please, doctor please

Open up it's me again

I go to a famous physician

I sleep in the local hotel

From what I can see of the people like me

We get better

But we never get well

So I ask myself this question

It's a question I often repeat

Where do allergies go

When it's after a show

And they want to get something to eat?

Allergies

Allergies

Something's living on my skin

Doctor please

Doctor please

Open up it's me again

Maladies

Melodies

Allergies to dust and grain

Maladies

Remedies

Still these allergies remain