All these relief-givers The needle sure revs in the red Chemicals like drugs They feel like they come from my best friend
You think me a coward but I am a warrior With many voices in my head When I looked around and I reached out I saw no alternative
And God rest, God rest our souls And this substance is the only comfort I know He's been hurting for a while Can we cut this man some slack Let him lie down, let him lie down
We are a country Desperate for the embryonic I'm cold and I'm hungry And I yearn for a hand on my forehead
You think it's a walk in the park and it's easy She's got it as good as it gets This misunderstanding's a line between living And being a walking dead
And God rest, please rest our souls And the more I take, the less comfort I know She's been pushing for a while Can we cut this woman slack Let her lie down, let her lie down
The more that you hurl at me The more I will curl up in my bed Where's the humanity? Aren't we all hovering around the same end?
Door number 1, 2 and 3 have been promises That aren't enough to be kept You wish me a speedy recovery But when you turn I plumb the depths
And God rest, God please rest our souls This is the surest exit I have known We've been hurting for a while Can we cut ourselves some slack Let us lie down, let us lie down Let us lie down, let me lie down
Compositores: Alanis Nadine Morissette (Alanis Morissette) (ASCAP), Michael FarrellEditor: Epiphanies Publishing (ASCAP)ECAD verificado obra #30729782 em 21/Mai/2024 com dados da UBEM