Da Sweet Blood of Jesus Page #3

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Lord, oh, Lord,

Lord, Lord, Lord

I fell on my sword

Thought more was in store

Blinded by the loss

Missed what was pure

Sick can't be cured

I just procured

You're destined to forget

Thoughts are material

Couldn't forget

Said I'm stronger...

Would you like a drink,

Dr. Greene?

No, thank you.

Sir, are you all right?

Yes, I'm fine.

Will you excuse me?

Yes, sir.

I can't help being honest

Sometimes it gets me

in trouble, but I believe

That I'm in a better place

When I let it out

instead of harborin'

I wear my heart on my sleeve,

it's part of my garment

Can't camouflage it,

I keep a tea to try and calm it

I'm down,

I'm feeling hardened

In spots,

blood clots is alarming

I'm broke, you know

they want me to choke

Come on, pull off,

has gotta spit 'em, gotta get 'em out

This what I been about

I'm on that tiger blood,

yeah, pure winning route

I gotta war at times,

not a Minnie Mouse

I get it from my mama,

outspoken and strong

I'm fighting for rights,

ain't afraid to be wrong

I gotta keep

on writin' my songs

So get a mic and perform

from the nights till the dawn

That's how I do it,

yeah...

- Oh, Dr. Greene.

- Is everything all right?

Just fine, Dr. Greene.

Ms. Blair is such a bore.

She never stops talking poems.

Oh, I see you're finally

having a drink.

- Have we all driven you mad?

- Not at all. Not at all.

Oh, good.

What is that?

Oh. I could've had a V8.

No, no, no, no, it's not...

V8.

I don't like the texture.

- What in heaven's name is it?

- It's organic.

Let me tell you something.

Seneschal!

Seneschal!

Come take this terrible concoction

and put some vodka

and a little black pepper and a

dash of lemon in it for the doctor.

Right away, madam.

There's no need for you to suffer

for your health's sake today.

Besides, I want to talk to you

about your new book,

which I liked.

But I don't like

what you're saying in it.

If my educational background

can't believe it,

then you can imagine

what the massive...

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

The vodka will help, you'll see.

Right?

Have we ruined it?

It's just a little heavy

on the vodka.

Maybe it's the black pepper.

Oh, God.

Dr. Greene?

Dr. Greene?

Yankees! Yo!

- Excuse me, sir?

- Yes, Seneschal?

- Will that be all, sir?

- Yes.

I'll be back on Monday morning.

Is there anything you need

in town, sir?

You can pick up some candles.

I think we've run out.

Very good, sir.

Excuse me for a minute, please.

You know a sister

named Delores Kincaid?

You look just like this dude Tucson

she went out with

before she moved back

to North Cackalacky.

I saw him once

at the Apollo with her.

Hmm.

You look just like Tucson.

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