HOSPITAL JOB LYRICS

"Confessions Of A Former Waxdoll"

I gotta choose my words carefully
They’re picked over with a fine tooth comb
I’m not talking universally,
the fierce analysis is right at home
So I look at how the words come together,
how they sound coming outta my mouth
Thank god I got nothing to hide,
at least nothing worth singing about

And I remember your words while cleaning up your mess
You said “never give up, only cowards confess”
And it’s been thirty-three years since my last confession

So I sing and I yell because I know I’m not going to hell
At least not today

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