Hand Me The Bottle, Doctor

by Brooke Mason   May 5, 2007


Hand me that bottle over there
Bring me a shot of whiskey
Look into death's face so fair

Let me cease the suffering and pain
Let it all out and die
Throw my body in the mud in the rain

Tell my family that I'm gone
That I wouldn't belong here
To be this world's pawn

Come on, doctor, give me a drink
Give me those pills, those capsuls
Give them to me, let me sink

Tell my friend that I am dead
Lead her where I lay on the ground
The earth becoming my body's bed

Let him know that I still care
That I forgive him so completely
For not being there

Let's have it, doctor, hand me the cyanide
Let me die and let me drink
As blood slowly turns to wine

Don't bury me, just let me waste away
And tell them I'm sorry
For not wanting to stay

So this is it, doctor, my final go
I take the pills, drink the drink
On with the show

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