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letra de fetch the poison - jam baxter

[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 k!llers
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 roar and 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 b-tters 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 drink
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 h-ll he’d never seen
d-mn, 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, 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

[outro]
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
clean your doctor off the floor
glue the bottle to his lips
all my swabs are in, my test results reveal i’m still p-ssed
ankle deep in the abyss
call the nurse i’m out cold

- jam baxter

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