I been feeling a little anxious
As any sane man may
Ripping through these liquid-modern kinda nights and days
Sweatin' in the Food Lion line
And locking every lock up twice
So certainly uncertain that I sought out a little advice
I said, Hello Nurse...
Is the doctor about?
Not to be terse
But I bout flipped out
Sure, I'll hold, I've been holding as long as i can
If you can't help me, can you tell me who can?
Doctor said, "The way I see you got about two options,
Now the church might say there's more
But we can set you some appointments up,
Put that duress to the test galore
Bout one week and waist-size later,
Anesthetized, in bed by 9
I got a call up from the clinic,
They said it turns out that you're fine
It's a pistol in the pillow or a pill for in the head
I know the world is cold but you're too old
To bellyache and make em hold your hand
Keep your liver off that liquor
And the shiver off your bed
It's a pistol in the pillow or a pill for in the head
I had a little lunch with Hank and Eddy,
A little tuna fish and wine
I was listing off my symptoms that's when Hank said,
"That's the same as mine"
Well we swapped tales of our ailments and swallers of that wine
Made ourselves a plan, man, to take what we can in time
Well if it gets too hard
It's a pistol in the pillow or a pill for in the head
I know the world is cold but you're too old
To bellyache and make em hold your hand
Keep your liver off that liquor
And the shiver off your bed
It's a pistol in the pillow or a pill for in the head
I said it's a pistol in the pillow or a pill for in the head