My Medicine - Wilt
God I'm not feeling well you're right
But you can nearly feel it as well
And take my temperature tonight
'Cos I can hardly get out of bed
With all this medcine inside
The light is getting out of my head
With all these chemicals alright
I might be getting rid of my
Meds are dying here with me alright
Maybe something else will kill this agony of mine
God I'm not feeling well you're right
I hope that you can feel it as well
And take my temperature tonight
'Cos I can make a mess of myself
But you know this is wrong alright
I'm not about to get out of bed
With all the evidence despite
I might be getting rid of my
The meds are dying here with me alright
Maybe something else will kill this agony of mine
That's not enough