THE FLATLINERS LYRICS - He Was A Jazzman

THE FLATLINERS LYRICS

"He Was A Jazzman"

I see you gripping tight to the rails of your hospital bed

You move so slow

You say the pain you feel is too great to be inside your head

I know, I know

You move so slow



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 is 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 feel a lot like me



With curved eyes I smile

As a bad excuse sits 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

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 we begin to breathe

Come 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 we begin to breathe