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The BatJay Medical Chronicles
Monday, April 17, 2006
Money, it's a hit
Blood Pressure: 99 over 78
Weight: 180 lbs.
Blood Sugar: 115
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The lunatic is in the hall
Got to keep the loonies on the path
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs
The lunatic is on the grass
The old man died
For the want of the price of tea and a slice
I've got things on my mind
Out of the way, it's a busy day
And who'll deny it's what the fighting's all about?
It can't be helped but there's a lot of it about
With, without
Down and out
There's room for you inside
Listen son, said the man with the gun
The poster bearer cried
Haven't you heard it's a battle of words
But in the end it's only round and round
Up and down
And who knows which is which and who is who
Black and blue
Moved from side to side
And the general sat and the lines on the map
and the front rank died
Forward he cried from the rear
God only knows it's noz what we would choose to do
Me, and you
And after all we're only ordinary men
Us, and them
But if you ask for a raise it's no surprise that t...
Is the root of all evil today
Money, so they say
Share it fairly but don't take a slice of my pie
Money, it's a crime
And I think I need a Lear jet
I'm in the high-fidelity first class traveling set
Don't give me that do goody good bullshit
Money, it's a hit
I'm all right Jack keep your hands off of my stack
Money, get back
Think I'll buy me a football team
New car, caviar, four star daydream
Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash
Money, it's a gas
Get a good job with good pay and you're okay
Money, get away
To hear the softly spoken magic spells
Calls the faithful to their knees
The tolling of the iron bell
Far away across the field
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
When I come home cold and tired
I like to be here when I can
Home, home again
You race towards an early grave
And balanced on the biggest wave
But only if you ride the tide
For long you live and high you fly
Don't sit down it's time to dig another one
And when at last the work is done
Dig that hole, forget the sun
Run, rabbit run
Is all your life will ever be
And all you touch and all you see
And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry
Long you live and high you fly
Look around and choose your own ground
Leave but don't leave me
Don't be afraid to care
Breathe, breathe in the air
The heart of the sun, the heart of the sun
Set the controls for the heart of the sun
Will he remember the lesson of giving?
Whether the sun will fall in the evening
Making the shape of his questions to Heaven
Witness the man who raves at the wall
Love is the shadow that ripens the wine
One inch of love is one inch of shadow
Waking the grapevine
Breaking the darkness
Over the mountain watching the watcher
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