Ward White - Done With The Talking Cure Lyrics
My arms, they burn with poisonGregor Samsa'd to insect feelers overnightPrague looks dismal in black & whiteWhat are you gonna do about it,all you sensitive women with your sensitive pasts?I'm done with the talking cureDone with the circles and anecdotesI'm ready for some fire and brimstoneI'm ready for "I told you so", and MannaArms come and arms goand nobody ever knows how they're supposed to feelBodies pull apartand nobody has the heart to stitch them together againMy heart is stuffed with cottonit slows the bleeding but leaves you feeling half-aliveThere's no shame if you take a diveWhat are you gonna do about it,all you sensitive women with your sensitive pasts?I'm done with the talking cureDone with the circles and anecdotesI'm ready for some fire and brimstoneI'm ready for "I told you so", and Manna