Grow me a new spine
Oh Lord, won’t you please grow me a new spine
I’d feel oh so fine
My other spine’s a mess, no longer works fine
Give me cages with stem cells
a futuristic design
Be able to toe the line
It’d be all mine
Built to the nines
Surgery ain’t sweet like pine
Ok with a few glasses wine
Body climbing vines
Mix my DNA with some stem cells
I’ll be ok, aged like fine wine
build me a new spine
pain is the bane of my
Existence even a cane doesn’t help
abate the pain can’t feign my way through
exasperation coming through to a new view
hard to stay sane it’s all loss and no gain
Moving fast down the sane lane
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