©1998 Ekendra Dasa
05 Ache In My Head
He’s gettin the feelin:
like an ache in my head. . .like I wish I was dead
I’m in a terrible condition. . .I’m gonna find a physician
Like a busted gut. . .I don’t want no needle in my butt
Like a pain in my chest. . .I’m feelin like I’m not feelin my best
Well, you miss her when you’re with her
‘cause you think about bein’ without her. . . . I’m sufferin’ and sufferin’
Yeah, you’re thinkin’ ’bout, thinkin’ ’bout,
thinkin’ ’bout, thinkin’ about her. . . . .. . . . . .I’m huntin’ down Bufferin
I wanna jump in front of a train. . . .There ain’t no end to my pain
You’re gettin’ the feelin’:
Like a crick in my neck. . . .I’m a total wreck
Like an inflamed tonsil. . . .Stick me in the oven and call me “Hansel”
Like a cramp on my leg. . . .I must have some kind of plague
I feel like I’m gonna gag. . .What a drag
You never get it and you wish that you could
get it but you never can get it. . . . . . . . . . . . I never get that thing I want
Well, you had it and you lost it and it’s lookin’
like you might as well forget it. . . . . . . . . I only get a lotta things I don’t
And when I think I got a chance. . . . . My picnic goes to the ants
Like a clamp on my brain. . . .I think I’m goin’ insane
Like a hundred and five fever. . . .I’m flappin’ my tail—I think I’m a beaver
I’m a basket case. . . . .Just take a look at my face
Like a lobster claw pinch. . . .Pleasure is hard, man, pain is a cinch
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