Based on a true story.
You're waking up all sweaty In the middle of the night So you try reading a story But there's trouble with your eyesight And you're feeling weak and dizzy You're complaining of your plight To your doctor who decides to check Your ears out with a light, and You're a pincushion boy They draw your blood and urine Make you walk a balance beam And then they strap and muzzle you into A claustrophobe's worst bad dream When they've jiggled every molecule They let you out to scream But when they take some fluids from your spine You catch the needle's gleam, yeah You're a pincushion boy Guitar Solo You've got a diagnosis that Explains the bumps and spills And why walking down the street Reminds you of a climb straight uphill You inject yourself with drugs that give you Tremors, pains, and chills, And though you know the shots are not a cure They'll have to do until, so You're a pincushion boy
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