Chronic (Misfortune Version)

What you think of me is still a mystery They tried to paint a picture of me Now they pretend they are me But won't set me free No doctor can agree What's truly wrong with me I got poison on my lips, liquor in my veins My body wrapped in chains, all that remains Pain in my shoulders and chest My body needs to rest The bruises on my skin Come from deep within This disease has turned chronic And the pills are just a tonic This disease has turned chronic And the pills are just a tonic I got poison on my lips, liquor in my veins My body wrapped in chains, all that remains The doctor's words Are always unsure--without a cure Pain in my shoulders and chest My body needs to rest This disease has turned chronic And the pills are just a tonic This disease has turned chronic And the pills are just a tonic