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The Last Session - Friendly Fire Lyrics |
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1997 Off-Broadway
The Last Session - Friendly Fire Lyrics
(words by Marie Cain, music by Steve Schalchlin)
I've got my own private Armageddon
My personal World War Three
Where there's so many different factions
All taking different action
That sometimes it feels like my soldiers
Are killing me with
Friendly Fire
What a strange ironic name
Friendly Fire
But it kills you just the same
Is your death more dignified
When the people you admire
Turn around and shoot you down
with Friendly Fire
I've got a battleground in my body
Where there is no DMZ
Cause I'm so full of medication
I'm like a ravaged nation
That sometimes it feels like my medicine
Is killing me with
Friendly Fire
Though they don't take deadly aim
Friendly Fire
But it kills you just the same
Is your life more meaningful
When you're dancing on the wire
And you're always in the line of friendly fire
Everyone's flying they're own flag or pennant
Everyone's trying to frag the Lieutenant
The troops will be deployed
With a signed affidavit
THE TOWN MUST BE DESTROYED
IN ORDER TO SAVE IT!
You've got an army now
Of doctors who don't know how
To cure your ills
But they've got pills
Enough to choke a cow
Over hills, hills of pills
Pills that give you chills and thrills
But your symptoms keep rolling along
You're gonna pay my boy
You're gonna pay
Not just with money but with
Side effects that aren't so funny
Off we go into the wild blue yonder
Flying high into the sky
From the walls of pharmaceuticals
To the scores of remedies
What we give you in these bottles
Will be worse than your disease
I don't know but I've been told
(I don't know but I've been told)
Kambucha is a magic mold
(Kambucha is a magic mold)
Two cups (drink up)
Two more (three four)
I feel even worse than before
There's a woman named Louise
(There's a woman named Louise)
Tells me my immunities
(Tells me my immunities)
She can (She can)
Restore (For sure)
She sells t-cells by the SEA SHORE!
I've got an endless parade of healers
each one with a remedy
The new age shamans and physicians
prescribe their ammunitions
And sometimes it feels like my doctors
Are killing me with
Friendly Fire
Does it matter who's to blame
Friendly Fire
Cuz it kills you just the same
Are the hitmen more humane
When the target is the buyer
And the victim pays the bill
for friendly fire?
I've got to think of the profit margin
When I question policy
But when I hear some politicians
Defending their positions
Then sometimes it feels like my government
Is killing me...
(Friendly Fire copyright 1996 by See No Evil/Lil Shack O Tunes ASCAP)
Read more: The Last Session Musical
Friendly Fire lyrics Last Session
The Last Session the Musical Lyrics
SYNOPSIS
Save Me a Seat
Preacher and the Nurse
Somebody's Friend
The Group
Going It Alone
At Least I Know What's Killing Me
Friendly Fire
Connected
One More Song
When You Care
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