I'm so bored of being sick
But it helps me breathe when I'm alone like a tree
Doctors run, come help me quick
I don't know what it is
But there is something wrong with me

Give me more
I'm sorry now about it
Give me more
I'm more than that

I've got blood and I've got love
I'm so damn happy to be awake
Shape me up with pills to take
Tell me why the bellyache

Give me more
I'm sorry now about it
Give me more
I'm brokеn down, forget it
I'd like to be morе and I want an orange tree

If in ten days I'm not dead
I will get on out and use my legs
Run myself a clear, green bath
Keep the good times rolling
And that my friends, is that