Lyrics:
Ill-health is ill-health
Death is death
We only but drink to ease stress
Mum and dad give me mine so I too can enjoy
Exclamation
Stairway to the stars, I think I'll write good health to you
Stairway to the stars, we got better things to do
You can have my autograph
I think I'll
we stick together through sickness and health
I'll always be thankful till my life is done that two little words made us both into one
And he and his love both married be
I'll wish them health and happiness
Where they dwell across the sea
He picked her up all in his arms
Kisses gave
And he and his love both married be
I'll wish them health and happiness
Where they dwell across the sea
He picked her up all in his arms
Kisses gave
sitting here lonely
With no one to hold me
At least I'll have my health
I'm trying to control myself
I have told all of my enemies
Very politely
layers of my former self
Secluded, curtains closed
Open to no-one else
This heart of mine is on a motorway to hell
And I know I'm of ill health,
But if I
Of P.T. Barnum and Charlie Chan
Shine your shoes, light your fuse
Can you use them ol' U.S. Blues?
I'll drink your health, share your wealth
Run your
Of P.T. Barnum and Charlie Chan
Shine your shoes, light your fuse
Can you use them ol' U.S. Blues?
I'll drink your health, share your wealth
Run your
health
Questions for this day and age
I don't answer, just turn the pages
Mr. Fuckhimself
Disqualified through his ill health
Questions for this day
A plate steel object was fired
And I did not feel for my compatriots
Hated even the core of myself
Not a matter of ill-health
It was fear of weakness
Barnum and Charlie Chan.
Shine your shoes, light your fuse. Can you use them ol' U.S. Blues?
I'll drink your health, share your wealth, run your life,
on bell in, felt twelve spin
Hot molten metal from out hell's kettle
Ill dent health bill, take pills and settle
Cement mental will
Bent it in like a dent
an old love letter
Written in your hand
Sent to myself, sent to myself
I read it now and I feel
Better and when I can stand
I'll drink to your health
Drink
boogie boots and my drinkin' hat
Probably need to rest a spell
Hey, if I don't stop and take a break
I'll end up in a health club
Ain't' no way but I'm
Rambler
The streets are my pillow
Up Shaftesbury Avenue
Down Leicester Square
I'll happily toast
To your health and good fortune
So don't begrudge
count the warm fuse internally
Subtract the silence of myself
I would rather choose the middle mind of mystery
Reverse a riddle for my health
I'll
And joined the fireflies
Starving all by yourself - it's you
Trying to be someone else - it's you
Showing off your ill health - it's you
Telling em that it's
a shop that sells flowers
Is her palace, come and be healed
She knows all your business, your health and your ills
She'll counsel your weddings,
The ones up top get all the wealth
Those below fall in ill health
When we die they take our mortal remains
And sell them all for capital gains
What if it
The ones up top get all the wealth
Those below fall in ill health
When we die they take our mortal remains
And sell them all for capital gains
What if it
of the self
The crushing of neighbours; the poor of ill health
(The Black shirts are waiting, the white gloves are off
They're armed and they're ready, they've
higher in a slow dive
And rest well when each exhausted and ill
Health is a currency we spend well
Sleep is a doctor we forget 'til we're killed
We get
comfort you, some even try
They nurse you when you're ill of health
They bury you when you go and die
It ain't that in their hearts they're bad
They'd
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