Lyrics
SLIP INTO A COMA
I don't wanna talk about the funeral
I'll be alright
A sip of gin, a cigarette
Don't need no one to tie my shoes
God made an eclipse in my corona
'Scuse me while I slip into a coma
When I say god I see a typewriter, a tree, a ball
A broken neck, a traffic jam
Or maybe nothing at all
I know your eyes, and they're accusing me of treason
My pretty baby, who needs a reason
Oh, my mother would you wake
Dear god, I could wait up all night
I can't listen to the radio
Oh, my mother would you wake up
Oh, my mother would you wake
Dear god, I could wait up all night
I can't listen to the radio
(c)2000 M Ferraro
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