"City Headache" as written by Scott Matthews and Danny Keane....
City headache subside your deary talk
Send a doctor to my house
Got me a fever coming 'round the bend
And a bus load of danger

Straight talking, you're sending me to bed
'Cause I ain't walking in my state
A temperature that will not go away
So let it willow in my head, my head

Prescribed pills, just soil 'em down the sink
'Cause in the hills is my cure
No city headache to knock on my front door
No [Incomprehensible] faces burn me

Your output love resign it to my ears
The blinking signals from your mouth
Some cleansing water to wash away the grind
The city laughter on my face, my face

It's not for me, a speed in which you walk
Would burn the soul and my feet
And just in and choking from the fall
Until you're smoking freak shows

That's how it goes so you just find the road
And pack your bags, no



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"City Headache" as written by Scott Matthews Danny Keane

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    General CommentThese lyrics aren't entirely right. Here are the more correct ones:

    City headache
    Subside your dreary tongue
    Send a doctor to my house
    Got me a fever
    Comin' round the bend
    Heavy, but slow
    of danger
    straight-talkin'
    you're sendin' me to bed
    'cause I ain't walking in in my state
    A temperature that will not go away
    so let it build up in my head.
    My head.... mmmmmmmmmmm

    Prescribed pills
    I just throw 'em down the sink
    'cause in the hills is my cure.
    No city headache to knock on my front door
    no spewing faces to bug me
    your output love, oh, resigned it to my ears
    a beacon signal from your mouth
    Some cleansing water
    to wash away the grime
    the city laughter on my face.
    My face... mmmmmmmmmmmmm... ahh

    It's not for me
    the speed in which you walk
    would burn the soles in my feet
    congested, and chokin' from the fire
    the chain-smokin' freak shows
    that's how it goes
    so you just find the road
    and pack your bags
    where no one knows, oh.




    -- there may be more corrections, and if anyone has them please correct me. Beautiful song by the way, about being frustrated with city life and how it's bad for you emotionally and physically.


    asSTARSfallxon January 24, 2010   Link
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    General CommentI found the lyrics to sound similar to these-
    but regardless, it's wonderful music.


    City headache,
    Subsides your dreary tongue
    Send a doctor to my house

    Got me a fever of comin' round the bend
    A heavy bus load of danger

    Strange talkin' you're sending me to bed
    'Cause I ain't walkin' in my state

    A temperature that will not go away
    So let it build up in my head, my head

    Prescribed pills just sow 'em down the sink
    'Cause in the hills is my cure

    No city headache to knock on my front door
    No spewing faces, but me

    Your output level presigned it to my ears
    a bleaking signal from your mouth

    Some cleansing water to wash away the grime
    The city laughter on my face, my face

    It's not for me, the speed in which you walk
    Would burn the soles of my feet

    Congested and choking from the fog of
    Chain-smoking freak shows

    That's how it goes, so you just find the road
    And pack your bags and go back... home.
    mah-nikka_pleaseon December 22, 2010   Link
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    Lyric CorrectionA couple more corrections:

    No city headache to knock on my front door
    No spewing faces to bug me

    Your output level brings thunder to my ears
    A peaking signal from your mouth

    I adore this song and the album :)
    crazychick2point0on January 19, 2011   Link

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