The Doctor

Are you born of skin too thin, too few?
Do you waste your days in servitude?
As if you ever got to choose
Well, the doctor can help you
He lights the dark he sees
He'll lift you up with a bit of speed
Bring you down to help you sleep
But you might grind your teeth
Away
Away
That's all he will say

So who dug it?
You really dug it
Deep
So deep
This hole inside of me
This hole inside of me
This hole inside of me

Oval are these pills of blue
These days they keep me glued
And the doctor comes through
Every month with refills



Credits
Writer(s): Francis X Tobin
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