Condition

Everything rhymes with his condition
and I think I’ve lost my ambition
Nobody understands my position

He is my favourite disease
Just comes and goes
as he pleases

You are my favourite distraction
But he is my favourite disease
And after all I prefer toxicology

Everything rhymes with his condition
and I think I’ve lost my ambition
Nobody understands my position

He is my favourite disease
Just holds my hand when
when he’s in need

You are my favourite distraction
But he is my favourite disease
And after all I prefer toxicology

Everything rhymes with his condition
and I think I’ve lost my ambition
Nobody understands my position