The Tragically Hip - Ouch

I mothballed a king, I mummified the thing
Put him somewhere safe and dark and cold
I released all the beasts that didn't pull for me
Swept out the corners of the fold

Well, my skeleton's a little stunned
Relieved by the loosening of skin

Drunk on naivete 'cause it's got a taste
Like nothing that I've ever had before
I spike the recipe and turn my inner peace
Into an aching for some more

Well, my skeleton's been playing dumb
He's seen this happen many times before
Ow, ow, how it hurts, please, gimme more
Ow, ow, how it hurts, please, gimme more

My one regret is that I can't forget
The perfect man I was a life ago
My two thirsty ears good medicine years
Have kept me here so safe and dark and cold

Well, my skeleton has come undone
He busts a gut and lays down on the floor
Ow, ow, how it hurts, please, gimme more
Ow, ow, how it hurts, please, gimme more
Ow, more, ow, more
Ow, more, ow
More, more

Written by:
Gord Downie, Gord Sinclair, Johnny Fay, Paul Langlois, Rob Baker

Publisher:
Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing

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