Текст песни Bones - Leslie Fish

Oh I could have worked on a research staff
I could have been stationed on the sea
Or I dug a cozy niche in diseases of the rich
But that wasn't good enough for me
Oh no
I got tired of the land, of diseases that were bland
And some troubles that I didn't care to face
So now I wake each morning to the intercom's warning
And I wonder why I ever went to space

Oh there's aches and pains, wounds and sprains
And a space-borne plague or two
So I'll do my best and I'll run another test
And pour myself another mug of brew

Now I serve a star ship crew with a million things to do
And a headache that I really can't afford
And some crewman's got a pet that I haven't studied yet
Well I must I'm never bored
Half the calls I receive, Mayo Clinic won't believe
I get sex flies on the birds(?) of Altair V
I get fungus that eats glass and boils on the ass
And I somehow get the crew back home alive

Oh there's aches and pains, wounds and sprains
And a space-borne plague or two
So I'll do my best and I'll run another test
And I'll pour myself another mug of brew
Thank you

I get psychos running loose, I get alien vague and moos (?)
And hallucinogenic mist upon the breeze
I get viral plagues from Mars and neurotics from the stars
Tell me, what am I supposed to do with these?
But when the battle's won and the rush and worry's done
And I got some time to wonder why I'm here
When I weigh the life that's mine with the one I left behind
What the hell, I guess I'll stay another year

Oh there's aches and pains, wounds and sprains
And a space-borne plague or two
So I'll do my best and I'll run another test
And I'll pour myself another mug of brew
Thank you
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