There Is No Cure For It

There is no cure for it There is no cure for it There is no cure for it There is no cure for it There is no cure There is no cure for it He takes her aside at McCarthy's Says, "I'm gonna die" She says, "Archie, these are big wigs For once don't make a scene" Then let's do a line, or go sailing Say that you're mine She says, "Vaguely And loose lips could use a little gin" Thеre is no cure for it Therе is no cure for it There is no cure for it There is no cure for it There is no cure There is no cure for it Well, oak, mahogany, walnut Who gives sixteen fucks what I'm buried in Leave my money to stray dogs Or some crumbling church I've never been in There is no cure for it There is no cure for it There is no cure for it There is no cure for it Let's go for a ride, she says, "I'm up early" He kicks it to drive, a cigarette burning Downtown, a technicolour grin Do you wanna die? Keep it to 40! He's starting to cry, says, "Never be boring" She says, "Tough ground, I'm a boss, now reign it in" Two families called up By some sorry cop looking for kin One wordless widow, one ex who says "Huh, are you sure that it's him?" There is no cure for it There is no cure for it, no, no, no There is no cure for it Oh, there is no cure, there is no cure for it