He Was a Jazzman

He Was a Jazzman - The Flatliners

I see you gripping tight to the rails

Of your hospital bed

You move so slow oh

You say the pain you fell is too great

To be inside your head

I know i know

You move so slow oh yeah

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 yeah

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

We knew it would

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

Count your bones and clean 'em good

It's come to this just like we knew it would

It don't mean anything to me

We start to die when begin to breathe