The Dreaded Lurgi

by The Occasional Flicker




Alright
1, 2, 3, 4
Bring a jackknife to jump-start the half-life
There's a hole in the ceiling telling me it ain't right
A dead man's palm's hand
Shave your teeth and tie a cavalry knot
For wood chips, amalgam, didymo, bit rot
The Turing Test, The Castello Plan
This is the dreaded lurgy
This is what'll finally kill me
This is the dreaded lurgy
This is what'll finally kill me
This is the dreaded lurgy
This is what'll finally kill me
This is the dreaded lurgy
This is what'll finally kill me
The mother, and the father, and the bastard son (wall him in the cellar and feed him wine)
Featherweights bench-made, nowhere to run (wall him in the cellar and feed him wine)
Be calm, you're Nosferatu (wall him in the cellar and feed him wine)
(Wall him in the cellar and feed him wine)
Telltale Hearts, all the king's men, or a dead man (wall him in the cellar and feed him wine)
For chimps, lions, and marching bands (wall him in the cellar and feed him wine)
And they all cut loose (wall him in the cellar and feed him wine)
(Wall him in the cellar and feed him wine)
This is the dreaded lurgy
This is what'll finally kill me
This is the dreaded lurgy
This is what'll finally kill me
This is the dreaded lurgy
This is what'll finally kill me
This is the dreaded lurgy
And that's what will finally help me

Written by: Jack Swensson

Lyrics © DistroKid

Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind

© Lyrics.com