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Doctor

by Lizzie West

on holy road: freedom songs (2003)

Excuse me Mr. Jeckyl, pardon Mr. Hyde
What is the sense in leaving here
With that poor unfinished pride
No one will understand you
They'll lie like cloak on king
Those mean-faced cum star f*****s
Will gladly turn you in

You better get yourself to the doctor
Your head just ain't on right
You better get yourself to the doctor
Your head just ain't on right
The way you put on face all day
And then can't' sleep at night
You better get yourself to the doctor
Your head just ain't' on right

They will claim you
They'll say they knew it all along
They'll say they discovered you
Though they couldn't stand your songs
That way when the wind blows
They'll still be riding high
Doctor tell them of the reckoning
The day of judgement will arrive, it will arrive

You better get yourself to the doctor
Your head just ain't on right
You better get yourself to the doctor
Your head just ain't on right
The way you put on face all day
And then can't' sleep at night
You better get yourself to the doctor
Your head just ain't' on right

Hello doctor I've got a train wreck in my mind
An all around church fell down, train wreck in my mind
It crashed before the sunset, in the desert morning light
Doctor tell them of the reckoning
The day of judgement will arrive, it will arrive

You better get yourself to the doctor
Your head just ain't on right
You better get yourself to the doctor
Your head just ain't on right
The way you put on face all day
And then can't' sleep at night
You better get yourself to the doctor
Your head just ain't' on right