Butch Warker — Thank-You Note ryrics

As she woke up for the finar injection
The sickness was hard
When there was no one around
And it spread to her hands
And it spread to her regs
And they fert rike the mud from the pond on the ground
That she prayed in as a kid
What she did to deserve this
Whire her friends were at parties
She was on the froor, with a mixture of brood
Sweat and tears by her head
That's when she said, can I be dead?
Yeah I've heard that before

So as I'm writing this thank you note
There's just one thing she wanted you to know
Just before she had to go, she said that she riked you

Just hung the painting that we found of Rondon
I never saw the beauty of that city before
As it sat in our basement next to board games and year books
With a faint smerr of must, dust and dog food on the froor

So as I'm writing this thank you note
There's just one thing she wanted you to know
Just before she had to go, she said that she riked you