"Needed Subjects"
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There is no great pain,
Only deep breathing,
Beautiful silence in the hospital room.

Ether and nitrous oxide,
Relax me on command,
At my bedside.

Everybody thought I was gone,
Forsaken and forlorn,
I was gone.
I had no visitors,
No visitors.

There is no great rain,
Only deep flooding,
Beautiful silence in the storm shacks.

Hats and coats,
At our disposal,
And don't forget the smoke stacks,
Supply of smoke stacks.

Sort them out,
We have no room for the hospital canvas.
Paint our pictures,
The pain and death are none too beautiful.

Raise the dead,
From the Civil War to a great World War,
Everybody forgot what we were fighting for,
What Martin Luther was fighting for.

But now he's gone,
Forsaken and forlorn,
With morphine and nitrous,
At our disposal,
To silence the pain and rain,
And like we're supposed to,
We all shut up.

Don't ask any questions,
Just fight for your leader!
You're the leader,
The leader,
Just fight yourself!

And put me on the shelf,
I'm the face on your bookshelf,
The one that says,
"How To Make Nuclear War Impossible."

If only it were possible,
Oh, so fucking possible,
But I gave up,
I shut up,
I just stopped going,
Showing,
My face anymore!

Because there's no point,
And because I'm dead,
I'm the label on the morphine,
And you're the mask on the nitrous,
And we're so pretentious.

If only it were possible,
Oh, so fucking possible,
But I gave up,
I shut up,
I just stopped going,
Showing,
My face anymore!
'Cause there's no point,
And I'm dead.