You'll get a chest infection. The doctor had said.
The words keep spinning round my head,
as I lie in pain and confusion in my hospital bed.
You'll get a chest infection. The doctor had said.
Have you stopped smoking? The doctor had said,
the day before I could be dead.
On Friday last. I proudly said.
You'll get a chest infection. The doctor had said.
He seemed annoyed as he stood beside my bed,
I thought that I'd tried and looked ahead.
You'll get a chest infection. The doctor had said.
So this night I'm lying in my hospital bed,
unable to cough,
there's a certain dread.
With my chest aflame,
I have to laugh inside my head.
This first night when I wish I was dead.
You'll get a chest infection. The doctor had said.
With my operation over,
as I sweat in bed, the night seems so long.
I can barely cough, it goes on and on.
The pain is intense,
it goes on and on.
You'll get a chest infection. The doctor had said.
