I'm not sure what's worse
The waiting or the waiting room
"You're next, sir" becomes cruel taunt to you
Recycled air, the smell of sleep and disinfectant
Your God is a two door elevator

Do they even cure you?
(Cut me open, drug me) or it is just to humor us
(Repair all my defects) before we die
If only we could heal ourselves (whoa, whoa, whoa)
We wouldn't need to be hooked up to these machines (whoa, whoa, whoa)

Let's redefine
Let's redefine
Let's redefine
Let's redefine
Let's redefine
Let's redefine
(What it means to heal)

Do they even cure you?
(Cut me open drug me) or it is just to humor us
(Repair all my defects) before we die
If only we could heal ourselves
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
We wouldn't need to be hooked up to these machines

Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa


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Accidents Lyrics as written by Dallas Green Chris Steele

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    only one word for this song and the rest of the new cd: afuckinmazing. i can't wait until it comes out so i can buy it. i'm too happy right now about having the cd to think about what the song means.

    heartattackon June 02, 2004   Link

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