Feasting on a Lord Lyrics

Co-composed by Tripod (Scott Edgar, Steve Gates, Simon Hall) and Austin Wintory

Lyrics by Tripod
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Give me the cure that the doctor got
Give me a cure that will stick
cause now that i'm seeing through clearer eyes
Old Lambeth is making me sick,
me sick,
Old Lambeth is making me sick!

Give me the Cure
Give me the Cure!

Cut out my throat and then leave me there
to flap like a fish on the deck
Give me the peace that the doctor got
when that devil done opened his neck,
his neck,
when the devil done opened his neck!
Give me the Cure
Give me the Cure
I'd rather be dead
Than clear in my head!

Bundle my wife and my children up
in a sack and stitch tightly the seams
Toss them into the Thames, so their nightmares end
and they drown in watery dreams,
in dreams,
They drown in watery dreams!
Give me the cure Give me the cure
I'd rather be dead than clear in my head!
Let out my blood
in a merciful flood!
Give me the cure!

Give me the cure that the doctor got
oh pluck me away from this pit.
Now he's bathed in light and dressed up in white
And we're stuck in the mud and the s***,
the s***,
we're stuck in the mud and the s***.

Give me the cure
Give me the cure!