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Blue Bread Mold

アーティスト:Leslie Fish  アルバム:Firestorm: Songs Of The Third World War 

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Line up, you survivors, the doctor's come to town: Tell me all your symptoms, please, and haul your trousers down. Half your troubles these days don't need to be told, But I can cure the other half with blue bread mold. Chorus: Blue bread mold, the story must be told. Nothin' keeps ya livin' like the blue bread mold. Blue bread mold, the story must be told. Nothin' keeps ya livin' like the blue bread mold. I notice that you're bleeding, and it isn't monthly flow -- How ya got yourself cut up, I don't need to know. But wash your wounds with alcohol before they're dry and cold, And finish it with a dusting of the blue bread mold. Now you, you've left this cut too long. It's stinking, and it's blue, But don't consider suicide, I've just the thing for you. Come here, you guys, and hold 'im down, if you would be so bold, We'll clean this out with bleach and then with blue bread mold.


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