Hair Of The Dog

Are you stuck in your bed
Like a song in your head
Got a cold sweat, X's for eyes

Eating words, breathing fire
You feel old, you feel tired
Every little sound is an unpleasant surprise

You can't run, you can't hide
You can't feel anything inside
You want to die

Told you once, told you twice
You won't take any good advice
And so you suffer

Cauldron in the middle of the night
Add the barley, add the rye
Over the fire, stir and let it lay
In the magic of the pale moonlight
It's ready come and have a taste
I hold my breath as I watch your face
You've no longer x's for eyes
Every sound is not an unpleasant surprise