City Headache - Scott Matthews

City headache subside your deary talk

Send a doctor to my house

Got me a fever coming 'round the bend

And a bus load of danger

Straight talking, you’re sending me to bed

'Cause I ain’t walking in my state

A temperature that will not go away

So let it willow in my head, my head

Prescribed pills, just soil 'em down the sink

'Cause in the hills is my cure

No city headache to knock on my front door

No faces burn me Your output love resign it to my ears

The blinking signals from your mouth

Some cleansing water to wash away the grind

The city laughter on my face, my face

It’s not for me, a speed in which you walk

Would burn the soul and my feet

And just in and choking from the fall

Until you’re smoking freak shows

That’s how it goes so you just find the road

And pack your bags, no