Page 18 - The Gluckman Occasional Number Two

The object of my injection
Was fighting an infection
That will not go away
Bacteria won’t respond
To all the first-line drugs.

I’m in the Mood for Drugs (Fields-McHugh)

I’m in the mood for drugs simply because I’m worried.
Funny, but when I’m worried, I’m in the mood for drugs.
Is it that I can’t sleep, tossing and turning nightly?
Oh, when I’m wound that tightly, I’m in the mood for drugs.

Daytime will find me sagging, lackluster and in pain,
With a bad backache nagging--just like the voice, loud in my brain.
My doctor frowns and shrugs, writing a new prescription.
It’s got a great description, I’m in the mood for drugs.

Come Undone (Wilson-Love)

Well, he got into his car
And he crashed through the new garage door, now.
Seems he forgot all about it being closed
So he sat there and swore, now.
Then jamming it hard in reverse
Just pushed the gas pedal to the floor, now.

And he will come undone
When dementia takes his thinking away.

Well, his wife won’t visit
‘Cause he can’t recall her name or face, now.
When he walks into a room he wonders why
He came into this place, now.
If you ask him what the year is
He hasn’t got a memory trace, now.

And he will come undone
When dementia takes his thinking away.