Disease Lyrics

he isn't deceiving, that's twenty this evening,
he's starting to feel rather sick.
the cubicle door, well it opens again,
he never quite gets used to it.

and the drugs in his veins, they don't ease the pain,

he started at sixteen and he is nineteen now,
his mother don't understand how.
he's got a disease, and he's not very pleased. his life's almost over now.

and his funeral was a shame,
because none of them came.

he's got a disease, he's not very pleased, his life's
almost over now.
yes he's got a disease and he's not very pleased cause
his life almost over now.

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