It won't take any loner than fifteen minutes
I was told it won't take any longer
than twenty minutes
God rush (in my lungs)
it's a bitter pill to swallow
Don't let it touch my tongue
It's a crooked pill to swallow
Have you been that way?
Have you seen your physician?
My doctor, I pray
keeps her straight position
Gold rush in my lungs
don't let it touch my tongue
Gold rush, in my lungs
it's a biter pill to swallow
Don't let it touch my tongue
It's a crooked pill to swallow
My arm has gone dry to draw blood
but the needle has got to measure me
(or at least it should)
Gold rush
Gold rush
gold rush
gold rush in my lungs
it's a bitter pill
It's a bitter pill to swallow!
Don't let it touch my tongue
It's a crooked pill
It's a crooked pill to swallow
It won't take any longer
than twenty-five minutes
It won't take any longer
than forty-seven years