There Is No Cure For It
There is no cure for it
There is no cure for it
There is no cure for it
There is no cure for it
There is no cure
There is no cure for it
He takes her aside at McCarthy's
Says, "I'm gonna die"
She says, "Archie, these are big wigs
For once don't make a scene"
Then let's do a line, or go sailing
Say that you're mine
She says, "Vaguely
And loose lips could use a little gin"
Thеre is no cure for it
Therе is no cure for it
There is no cure for it
There is no cure for it
There is no cure
There is no cure for it
Well, oak, mahogany, walnut
Who gives sixteen fucks what I'm buried in
Leave my money to stray dogs
Or some crumbling church I've never been in
There is no cure for it
There is no cure for it
There is no cure for it
There is no cure for it
Let's go for a ride, she says, "I'm up early"
He kicks it to drive, a cigarette burning
Downtown, a technicolour grin
Do you wanna die? Keep it to 40!
He's starting to cry, says, "Never be boring"
She says, "Tough ground, I'm a boss, now reign it in"
Two families called up
By some sorry cop looking for kin
One wordless widow, one ex who says
"Huh, are you sure that it's him?"
There is no cure for it
There is no cure for it, no, no, no
There is no cure for it
Oh, there is no cure, there is no cure for it
There is no cure for it
There is no cure for it
There is no cure for it
There is no cure
There is no cure for it
He takes her aside at McCarthy's
Says, "I'm gonna die"
She says, "Archie, these are big wigs
For once don't make a scene"
Then let's do a line, or go sailing
Say that you're mine
She says, "Vaguely
And loose lips could use a little gin"
Thеre is no cure for it
Therе is no cure for it
There is no cure for it
There is no cure for it
There is no cure
There is no cure for it
Well, oak, mahogany, walnut
Who gives sixteen fucks what I'm buried in
Leave my money to stray dogs
Or some crumbling church I've never been in
There is no cure for it
There is no cure for it
There is no cure for it
There is no cure for it
Let's go for a ride, she says, "I'm up early"
He kicks it to drive, a cigarette burning
Downtown, a technicolour grin
Do you wanna die? Keep it to 40!
He's starting to cry, says, "Never be boring"
She says, "Tough ground, I'm a boss, now reign it in"
Two families called up
By some sorry cop looking for kin
One wordless widow, one ex who says
"Huh, are you sure that it's him?"
There is no cure for it
There is no cure for it, no, no, no
There is no cure for it
Oh, there is no cure, there is no cure for it
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Writer(s): Harry Mcveigh, Charles Cave, Jack Brown
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