Lyrics

Well I went to the doctor,
The doctor said,
“What have you been doing to yourself?”
I said I'd been away,
and that I knew that if I'd stayed,
My heart, it would never ever last.

He said “It's good you came today,
Yeah, your heart is on it's way,
But it's not the only thing that's weighing down your health.
Your liver's growing mold
and your lungs are black as coal
and your brain makes you no smarter than an ass.”


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Cause I've been drinking since I left her,
I've been stoned since I left home,
Slept on the streets of New York City,
Lost it all in New Orleans.

Doc, don't you worry about my liver,
I can do without my lungs,
My brain ain't much to speak of
but won't you mend my broken heart


Then I went to the banker,
the banker said
“What have you been doing to yourself?
We know you've been away,
and that you just could not stay,
because you have been running out of cash.”

I said “Please Mister Banker,
Take pitty on me.
The doc says I've got problems with my health.
My liver's growing mold,
and my heart is growing cold,
and my lungs are getting sick from all the hash

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Then I went and found my wife,
First I'd seen her in ten years,
She said “What have you done to yourself?”
Well, I said I'd been away
and that I knew that if I'd stayed,
My heart, it could never last without her.

She said I'd left her life upended
and the only way she'd mended
is through the love of her new man and their three kids.
Well I knew right then I'd die,
although the doctors, they might try,
they'd never mend my ever broken heart.

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