Infected

********* I've got too much energy to switch off my mind, but not enough to get myself organized. My heart is heavy--my head is confused, And my aching little soul--has started burning blue! CHORUS I can't give you up, till I've got more than enough. So infect me with your love-- Nurse me into sickness. Nurse me back to health. Endow me with the gifts--of the man made world. When desire becomes an illness instead of a joy, And guilt a necessity that's gotta be destroyed. CHORUS Take me by the hands and walk me to the end of the pier. Run your fingers through my hair, and tell me what I wanna hear-- Will lies become truths in this face of fading youth from my scrotum to your womb, --your cradle to my tomb. CHORUS Nurse me into sickness, nurse me back to health And tell me what it is that I want in this world!!