The Disease

I woke up early this morning
With a noose around my head
I was dead-weight on my pillow
I could not get out of bed
Outside the wind tore into the trees
This must be some disease

I've worked hard all my life
And I'm not going anywhere
But I don't complain, oh no
Do I say it's not fair?
Have I ever asked for a life of ease?
This must be some disease

She said: "Well, well now baby, what is wrong with you?
You can make me so mad, I don't know what to do
Oh baby listen to me please
This must be some disease

The only thing certain is death and taxes
And that this world goes round on its axis
Indifferent to you, devoid of any meaning
It was an easy birth, why are you still screaming?

I woke up early this morning
I thought I might be dead
The dark clouds through the window
My limbs are made of lead
The Devil's whisper rasps through the trees
This must be some disease



Credits
Writer(s): Brett Lock
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