Medicine Magazines

They'll never cure this thing



With medicine and magazines, ohh, ohh, ohh



I know you play your part



You cover up your ever aching heart, ohh, ohh



No one knows where you are



And no one thought you'd ever get that far, ohh, ohh



And how can it be that fun



When everyone around you dies so young? Ohh, ohh, ohh



And I'm not your favorite one



But who will walk you out when it's all done? Ohh, ohh, ohh