Letra de Blessed Disease

Chronic amnesia, a dreadful disease Sadly struck poor old Harry last night And now, a bit later, old Harry the hater's Forgotten who he didn't like Blessed disease that makes us forget Who is our foe, not our friend Blessed disease, if we're lucky, you'll spread And strike every head So we can start over again A victim names Sawyer had lunch with her lawyer And just had begun to explain "I'll sue them!" she said, then got hit in the head And forgot who exactly to blame Blessed disease that makes us forget Who is our foe, not our friend Blessed disease, if we're lucky, you'll spread And strike every head So we can start over again Who is just different Who is the same Who is the problem Wipe it away, wipe it away Sergeant Divine, stationed on the front line Took a bullet while drawing his gun And clutching his chest, asked the man to his left "Can you tell me which country I'm from?" Blessed disease that makes us forget Who is our foe, not our friend Blessed disease, if we're lucky, you'll spread And strike every head So we can start over again