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I was looking for that snake oil salesman
For to cure what ails men
I said, hey man hear me out
I know now without a shadow of a doubt
That there is no cure
For the tragedies and toils I've had to endure
But before I get what's coming to me
I'll take your oil and spoil me

'Cause you and I know the truth
That the devils water is the fountain of youth
And happiness is a heart attack
That leaves you pining for the things you can never get back
Thank god they sell 'em in a blister pack
To make up for the optimism I lack
And if self-medication is a sin
Honey hand me my medicine

There's a million different versions of me
Some are clean and some are nasty
And some do cocaine and some smoke reefer
And one of them is fixing to be six feet deeper
And when I face the reaper
I'll tell him he can keep her

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