Blue Bread Mold

By Leslie Fish

from the album,
FIRESTORM- Songs of the Third World War
 
 
Find a few survivors
The doctor's come to town
Tell me all your simptoms please
and hall your trowsers down.
Half your troubles these days
don't need to be told
but I can cure the other half with
Blue Bread Mold
 
{Chorus repeats twice}
Blue Bread Mold,
The story must be told
Nothing keeps ya' livin like the
Blue Bread Mold
 
I notice that your bleeding
and it isn't monthly flow
How you got yourself cut up
I don't need to know
But wash your wounds with alcohol
before they're dry and cold
and finish it with a dusting of the
Blue Bread Mold
 
{Chorus}
 
Now you, you've left this cut to long;
It's stinking and it's blue.
But don't consider suicide,
I've just the thing for you
Come here, you guys and hold him down
if you would be so bold-
We'll clean this out with bleach
Then with
Blue Bread Mold
 
{Chorus}
 
And you- You've got a nasty cough
a fever and the shakes
Just swollow this stuff twice a day-
a spoonfull's all it takes.
That'll cure it proper
If it ain't the comon cold
for ten days gobble garlic juice and
Blue Bread Mold
 
{Chorus}
 
Now you look strong and healthy
so what's the problem please?
You say there's just no flavor
in your local sheep-milk cheese
Well dust this powder on the curd
and stir and roll and fold,
You can change your cheese to Roakford
with the
Blue Bread Mold
 
{Chorus}
 
So listen to your travelin' doc
before I have to go
To keep your wounds with water clean
you already know.
But listen you survivors
If you plan on growing old
then keep a generous breeding stock of
Blue Bread Mold
 
Blue Bread Mold,
a treasure more than gold
You can call it Pennacillin but it's
Blue Bread Mold