Chase this liquor down with perseverance   One shot, two shots… one shot, two shots   And three more reasons to just give up      There's panic   Cover your heart and hit the deck   Static, I can hear your voice fade with every breath      My body's half empty   My body's half full with emptiness      So get me to the doctor, and get me to a stethoscope   Lay me on a hospital bed   With my head on this paper pillowcase   It seems like everybody’s got a paper pillowcase   We're almost see-through, we all can form   We mold to whatever shape our master’s hand is   So keep him comfortable, keep him warm   Be careful not to rip   Be careful not to rip      One shot, two shots… one shot, two shots   And three more reasons see this through      Interpretations, subjectiveness is key   Circulation keeping the pulse in my body      My body's half empty   My body's half full with emptiness      Get me to the doctor, get me to a stethoscope   Heart's still thumping, it’s been pumping    Pumping this gunpowder through my veins   I got sunflowers in my brain      Get me to the doctor   Get me to a stethoscope   Heart's still thumping, it’s been pumping   Pumping this gunpowder through my veins   I got sunflowers      Get me to a doctor, get me to a stethoscope   Get me to a doctor, get me to a stethoscope   Get me to a doctor      Doctor, can you help me out?   Doctor, doctor, can you help me out?   Doctor, doctor, can you help me out?   We're letting the rain wash away the dust off the butterfly's wings      Oh...