Hypochondriac

Feel those symptoms sur-round me
Influenza's stalking me
Robbing me of life to breathe
Can't you see what's killing me?

Kleen-ex Life and stuffed up nose
And sledding out in ten below
Make me prone to life in bed and
lead to cancer doncha know?

Rotten head cold coming on
Asthma attacks'll start me wheezing
Running fevers all night long
I won't die and you can't make me!

Just say it doctor please-
I can handle -anything...
Life itself just drives me crazy
there must be
something wrong with me

Symptoms creepin' up my spine
Feel it coming over me-
Losing sleep, Gunna lose my mind.
I feel needles haunting me

Fill my pill box- catch my hint?
give me something I can use
See I pay more for meds than rent to
keep Death’s wish amused.

Just say it doctor please-
I can handle -anything..
Tell me now before I die-
From mere bacteria
I will not give up nor
will thrive on raw hysteria

Just tell me doctor wont you please-
I can handle -anything...
Life itself just drives me crazy
there must be something wrong with me
There must be...

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