In every heart there is a clog.
Attacks are many, they are strong.
Can't heal the wounds of big meals past
before a new one comes along.

I spoke to you in muffled tones.
You answered me with no pretense:
You tell me that I ate too much.
My munching is my self-defense.

And every time I blow my nose
it hurts from cranium to corns.
Increase the dose, increase the dose.
It may not matter, I suppose.

But if my gorging made you leave
then that would be my worst mistake.
I'll share my hospital room with you
and you can watch my heart a-shake.

My arteries becoming closed
it's just as well for all I ate.
Increase the dose, increase the dose.
I'll have to pay it through the nose.

My diet now is planned by you
'cause you don't like the choice I make.
But you can have occlusions too
and you may face this shunting snake.

Increase the dose, increase the dose
or very stiff will be my pose.