Hymn Of The Medical Oddity Lyrics - The Weakerthans

Oh, all the words I should not know 

Those doctors wrote on me 

Swell up and from their syllable 

Won't let me get to sleep 

The sun will start later 

Clock out early 

And I'll drive around and wait for it 

Follow familiar roads 

Emptied of every memory 

Under a sheet of silence 

And unmarked snow 

Then idle in some parking lot 

Smoke half a smoke and ask 

St. Boniface and St. Fratel 

Preserve me from my past 

Repair our potholes 

Prevent plant closures 

And if they remember me at all 

Make them remember me 

As more than a queer experiment 

More than a diagram in their quarterly 

Make them remember me