Bones

Album cover art for "Bones" by The Dehorn Crew & Leslie Fish

The Dehorn Crew & Leslie Fish - Pop, Filk

Bones

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Duration: 2:13

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Oh, I could've worked on a research staff I could've been stationed on the sea Or dug a cosy niche In diseases of the rich But that wasn't good enough for me (oh, no) I was tired of the land Of diseases that were bland And some troubles that I didn't care to face Now I wake each morning To the intercom's warning And I wonder why I ever went to space Oh, there's aches and pains, wounds and sprains And a spaceborn plague or two So I'll do my best I'll run another test And pour myself anothеr mug of brew Now I serve a starship's crеw with a million things to do And a headache that I really can't afford And some crewman's got a pet That I haven't studied yet Well, at least I must admit I'm never bored Half the calls that I receive, Mayo Clinic won't believe I get sex lives of the birds of Altair 5 I get fungus that eats glass I get boils on the ass And I somehow get the crew back home alive Oh, there's aches and pains, wounds and sprains And a spaceborn plague or two So I'll do my best I'll run another test And pour myself another mug of brew Thank you I get psychos running loose, I get ailing vegan moose And hallucinogenic mists upon the breeze I get viral plagues from Mars And neurotics from the stars Tell me, what am I supposed to do with these? But when the battle's won, and the rush and worry's done And I've got some time to wonder why I'm here When I weigh the life that's mine Against the one I left behind What the hell, I guess I'll stay another year Oh, there's aches and pains, wounds and sprains And a spaceborn plague or two So I'll do my best I'll run another test And pour myself another mug of brew Thank you Have one too

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