THE SUBJECT IS JAZZ: September 2015

Here I lie in my hospital bed

Tell me, Sister Morphine, when are you coming round again? Oh, I don't think I can wait that long Oh, you see that I'm not that strong The scream of the ambulance is sounding in my ears Tell me, Sister Morphine, how long have I been lying here? What am I doing in this place? Why does the doctor have no face? Oh, I can't crawl across the floor Ah, can't you see, Sister Morphine, I'm trying to score Well it just goes to show Things are not what they seem Please, Sister Morphine, turn my nightmares into dreams Oh, can't you see I'm fading fast? And that this shot will be my last Sweet Cousin Cocaine, lay your cool cool hand on my head Ah, come on, Sister Morphine, you better make up my bed Cause you know and I know in the morning I'll be dead Yeah, and you can sit around, yeah and you can watch all the Clean white sheets stained red.