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He Was A Jazzman Lyrics
i see you gripping tight to the rails of your hospital bed
you move so slow
you say the pain you fell is too great to be inside your head
i know, i know
you move so slow
it don't mean anything to me
we start to die when we begin to breathe
but i'll keep scratching at your sympathy
i'll wander these white halls
scale all the walls for a thread of hope
wrap it around myself and cross my fingers i don't choke
i'd pray if it meant anything to me
one day i'll die and finally see what all the fuss us about
prepare yourself for the big sleep
it don't mean anything to me
we start to die when we begin to breathe
i'll keep scratching at your sympathy
until you're good and ready to leave
until you fell a lot like me
with curved eyes i smile as a bad excuse sites next to you
grinning crooked teeth,
they'll all be gone soon
as the door handle swings
i'm having trouble hearing you
you think i'm crazy don't you
count your bones and clean 'em good
it's come to this just like we knew it would
the world's become a hospital
will someone medicate us please?
i'd pray if it meant anything to me
one day i'll die and finally see what all the fuss is about
prepare yourself for the big sleep
it don't mean anything to me
we start to die when begin to breathe
you move so slow
you say the pain you fell is too great to be inside your head
i know, i know
you move so slow
it don't mean anything to me
we start to die when we begin to breathe
but i'll keep scratching at your sympathy
i'll wander these white halls
scale all the walls for a thread of hope
wrap it around myself and cross my fingers i don't choke
i'd pray if it meant anything to me
one day i'll die and finally see what all the fuss us about
prepare yourself for the big sleep
it don't mean anything to me
we start to die when we begin to breathe
i'll keep scratching at your sympathy
until you're good and ready to leave
until you fell a lot like me
with curved eyes i smile as a bad excuse sites next to you
grinning crooked teeth,
they'll all be gone soon
as the door handle swings
i'm having trouble hearing you
you think i'm crazy don't you
count your bones and clean 'em good
it's come to this just like we knew it would
the world's become a hospital
will someone medicate us please?
i'd pray if it meant anything to me
one day i'll die and finally see what all the fuss is about
prepare yourself for the big sleep
it don't mean anything to me
we start to die when begin to breathe
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From the Q&A section at theflatliners.com (answered by the band):
What was the inspiration for the lyrics of "He was a Jazzman"? Asked by Robert P
A: after much loss of friends and family in the last few years, Jazzman was written from a place without hope. after you lose a lot, its difficult to see things the same as you always have...
"I'll keep scratching at your sympathy until you're good and ready to leave until you feel a lot like me"
Just trying to force someone to see things the way you see them...