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Watch your mouthBecause your speech is slurred enoughThat you just might swallow your tongueI'm sure you'd want, want to give up the ghostWith just a little more poise than thatOr was it God who chokesIn these situations, running late?No, no, he called inOr was it God who chokesIn these situations, running late?No, no, he called inThe hospice isA relaxing weekend getawayWhere you're a cut above all the restSick and sad patientsOn first name basis with all the top physiciansPrescribed pillsTo offset the shakesTo offset the pillsYou know you should takeIt a day at a timeThat's when you stu-stu-stutter something profoundTo the support on the lineAnd with the way you've been talkingEvery word gets you a step closer to hellThat's when you stu-stu-stutter something profoundTo the support on the lineAnd with the way you've been talkingEvery word gets you a step closer to hellPrescribed pillsTo offset the shakesTo offset the pillsYou know you should takeIt a day at a timePrescribed pillsTo offset the shakesTo offset the pillsYou know you should takeIt a day at a timeAlone in this bed, house, and headAnd she never fixes thisBut at least she...Alone, in this bedroomShe never fixes thisBut at least she... makes me forgetPrescribed pillsTo offset the shakesTo offset the pillsYou know you should takeIt a day at a timePrescribed pillsTo offset the shakesTo offset the pillsYou know you should takeIt a day at a timeThe hospice isA relaxing weekend getawayWhere you're a cut above all the restSick and sad patientsOn first name basis with all the top physicians
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