Vietnam Malaria Nostalgia

You are the first in a long line
All of our sentimental hearts
Trace back in time
Bow to the light that was over my head in the sick bed
And the girls was right there over my head resurrected
Ooh with a god that knows like a needle and thread where the fingers go
Ooh having sex all night there over my head with the black lights
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh,
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
I can’t really seem to erase that memory
I can’t really seem to escape that part of me
Take these please sleep through the whole thing like a sparrow
Cuz your blood might drip from the poisonous tip on an arrow
Ooh while the doctors slap at the venomous gnats that attack me
Ooh and I thank god white gauze over my eyes and I can’t see anything
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh,
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
This is the end of the Kingman line
Cut off at the heart where the blood stopped time
Take great care to color your hair for the vampires
Ooh with amazing grace paint your face for the empire
Ooh when It calls you out everyone shout for the cub scouts
Ooh and I can’t remember what I just said on my death bed
(Whistling)