Lyrics

Careful might catch a cold
Kick the mold outta your nose
Are you gonna just stand there
In the sun getting stung?

A reply,
I can't help it much, this sickness
We grew up together slowly like a boy does his whiskers
God says he knows about one thing that I know
I got health and god no more

The key is drawling on as if all said nothing
The key is in staying healthy and lucky
The key isn't lengthening lines
The key is in the deposit box, deposits in mind

I say,
I can't help it much, this sickness
We grew up together slowly like a boy does his whiskers
God says he knows about one thing that I know
I got health and god no more

I came to make it all clear as new
What is what don't you know

I came to make everybody's pain go
I don't think there's much more I can do

Sudden voices alarm
Sneezing and bleeding
Wildly dividing with each
Passing meeting