The Pure Conjecture - The Throat Lyrics
Didn’t think I owed you anythingTurns out that I owe you quite a lotI lied and told you I’d make time for youCan I pay you back in installments?Because I got a note from the doctor and an anger in the throatI collapsed in a weakness as I tried to stay afloatOh, the throat.How can I even make time for youWhen there’s barely even enough time for meI haven’t been to work at all this weekHave you got a painkiller, ladies?