Monday, August 17, 2009

Will, (iam) YOU Sooth my Fever

William can come over if he wants.
will you sooth my fever,
maybe with some epson salt,
that doesn't make any sense.
but, i've got two bullets to paradise,
and someone else is talking about taking the shots,
two full of whiskey.
a silver bullet for a werewolf maybe,
if you can't sooth my fever.
my hairs going to stand on end,
its gonna come through my shirt,
its gonna be scary, so let William come over.
he can shoot me in the eye with a bottle rocket.
and by bottle rocket i mean a silver bullet,
with a key chain gun.
just don't make me listen to The Byrds when i shift,
it's gonna put me in a rage.
it's gonna really set. me. off.
like shoot.
like bang.
my fever's gettin' deep.
John Lennon's gonna calm me down.
He's got my side, he blocked the bullet,
it was headed straight for my belly,
but, my hair's standing on end, and i'm about to shift.
you gotta let me go, you gotta be surprised, you gotta tell.
you gotta tell someone, you gotta rat. me. out.
just don't let me know, no, no, no-no.
don't let me know,
'cause that'll really set. me. off.
so let William come over and shoot me in the chest.
i'm gonna shift.
i'm gonna do it.
i'm gonna do it.

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