Lyrics Mates of State

Mates of State

Quit Doin' It

Humble lady

Now that medicine's my art

Medicine is art

It toughens up default

Humble lady

Now that medicine's my art

Medicine is art

It toughens up default

Different characters the same

Some just do it with poise

I could do it again

I could do it with poise

Numbers, figures and lines

All the misty-eyed cards

About now I wish to stop

The luster to wash it off

Different characters the same

Some just do it with poise

I could do it again

I could do it with poise

Numbers, figures and lines

All the misty-eyed cards

About now you scrape the tops

Just shake it, it's all you got

Let us in and who belongs to his mother?

The robe fits tight

My hands were wide with spots unworn

And no, no, no

Let us in, remain until you notice how

The robe fits tight

You shouldn't have gone so far from here

And no more medicine in me

Different characters the same

Some just do it with poise

I could do it again

I could do it with poise

Numbers, figures and lines

All the misty-eyed cards