Fetch The Poison

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[Verse 1] As a whole crew of shipwrecked mariners scream mercy I was coughed out of the waves with a case of extreme scurvy I cannot save you baby, I’m late for my three-thirty I sat there in the waiting room, shaking a week early Sat between monsters and buckling grey pillars Sold gossip magazines to seasoned, deranged killers Some elderly war veterans, pigs with inflamed livers A couple perverted priests and scores of depraved sinners And your impatient frame just stirred from its awkward slumber Stomach like a jiggling sack full of roaring thunder A nurse with a chubby face in scrubs and a floral jumper Slams your head into a sign that says ‘Wait till we call your number’ The young receptionist welcomes the next challenger The vehicle for rage and its trembling stressed passenger He’s late for his appointment, so he’s caked in pointless ointments Simply serves to highlight his slippery wet character A surgeon appears on a burning horse ‘Excuse me young sir, we think you’d make the perfect corpse’ He was shoulder deep, pulling a string of disturbing thoughts From the pit of this kid’s stomach when all of the nurses walked So take this mysterious liquid and sip it pure Your king’s here, the human penicillin drip, the living cure He wants your blood, the bristling terrorist still in store And I’ll be preaching from his gospel at seven in clinic four [Hook] How long have you been waiting Here? You’ll be sleeping when they call your Name You’ve been topping up that morphine Drip Stop shaking, are you sure you’re Sane Somebody fetch the poison Somebody get him three CCs Tell him eat, sleep, breathe Fetch the poison Somebody get him three CCs Tell him eat, sleep, breathe Fetch the poison [Verse 2] What’s that butters noise? It’s the clinicians, keep him calm with their colourful rubber toys Your whole world’s a morgue, all your doctors are unemployed Your medication’s expired, your opinions are null and void Doc, my head is perpetually in the clouds There’s a sickness in the city and death’s been doing the rounds A lab assistant slithered through the door and sat beside me In some Doctor Marten boots and a sensible winter blouse She was the type of girl that calls people ‘petal’ With a face hammered out of a smoldering piece of metal She leaned into me gently and whispered ‘I’ve seen the devil He smells of heavenly sage, we connect on a deeper level’ Cool, whatever, let ‘em dream I was reminded of an incident in twenty seventeen When little Derick took too many, chewed a chunk out of the carpet And the floors tore apart into a hell he’d never seen Damn, he’s crumbling, doctor, shake him Hold him under water and maybe he’ll stop complaining This is way beyond my training Sweetie, wheel him off the ward for me They pushed him past some gormless paramedics squawking awkwardly The matron consoles a well dressed couple Soothing ‘em discretely with a needle to the neck muscle That child is bent double, clutching at his rolls of fat Drag him into theatre, a smirking demon holds him back (wait) My three-thirty rolled around I peeled myself off the plastic chair with a revolting sound Crawled through the corridors, and slipped through forgotten doors To see an old quack with wild eyes glowing golden brown Son, here is your prescription A plastic tub of moonshine to cure every affliction A thanked him with a rye smile Keys to the kingdom Poured myself a tall glass, gotta love the system [Hook] How long have you been waiting Here? You’ll be sleeping when they call your Name You’ve been topping up that morphine Drip Stop shaking, are you sure you’re Sane Somebody fetch the poison Somebody get him three CCs Tell him eat, sleep, breathe Fetch the poison Somebody get him three CCs Tell him eat, sleep, breathe Fetch the poison If symptoms still persist Drain the liquid out the wrist All my ladies roll your eyes All my children pound your fist All your swabs are in, your test results reveal you don't exist Someone scratch him off the list Toss the body out Back in town and crawling through the bits Someone give this man his fix Scrape the doctor off the floor Glue the bottle to his lips All my swabs are in, my test results reveal I'm still pissed Ankle deep in the abyss Call the nurse I'm out cold