Dm The doctor is in, bring your [room?] and sickness Bb7 A7 At Saint James we'll lay you down with a quickness Dm Bb7 Now King Jesse passed [dfasdf?], business is booming, all's well A7 The folks line up to get their shot of this Dm Cure. I mass produce it for the populace Bb7 A7 Dm Short supplies limited, at least you know you won't go uninhibited though Thrashing around in the plague's death throes Bb7 A7 Dm Who got the groan, who's sick, who needs an angel of breath To thwart the angel of death and I'm your M.E. Bb7 A7 Lining up around the block to come and meet their ending Dm Rich, poor don't matter to me long as you pay up first Bb7 A7 Quick it's just a little prick away CHORUS Dm It's outrageous the way this Bb7 A7 Feeling is contagious Dm A haven from the plague Bb7 A7 A place for spirits on the mend Dm Oh Saint James is an oasis Bb7 A7 You can see it on the faces Dm Of all the patients in the line Bb7 A7 They're all just dying to get in Dm Oh Saint James Spread the news boys Bb7 Saint James A7 Wash away your blues Dm Saint James And if we can't cure what ails you Bb7 A7 Friend I gotta tell you you got nothing left to lose Dm Saint James Spread the news boys Bb7 Saint James A7 Wash away your blues Dm Saint James And if we can't cure what ails you Bb7 A7 Friend I gotta tell you you got nothing left to lose Bb7 A7 Turn your head, cough Dm Not to worry, we're certainly equipped to cure thee Bb7 A7 Just a signature, do hurry, oh yes Dm And I'm sure you brought the fee? Bb7 A7 Interesting... Quarantine CHORUS Dm It's outrageous the way this Bb7 A7 Feeling is contagious Dm A haven from the plague Bb7 A7 A place for spirits on the mend Dm Oh Saint James is an oasis Bb7 A7 You can see it on the faces Dm Of all the patients in the line Bb7 A7 They're all just dying to get in Dm Oh Saint James Spread the news boys Bb7 Saint James A7 Wash away your blues Dm Saint James And if we can't cure what ails you Bb7 A7 Friend I gotta tell you you got nothing left to lose Dm Saint James Spread the news boys Bb7 Saint James A7 Wash away your blues Dm Saint James And if we can't cure what ails you Bb7 A7 Friend I gotta tell you you got nothing left to lose