Psychoanalyst
The psychoanalyst's conundrum
Is a venerable force, yeah
It's like she got a shiny little badge now
Cuz she took a little course
And if I got a little problem, uh
She gonna write it down in ink
Cuz she got a little book that tell her
How people used to think
But that presents another problem, uh
What if the issue's with herself, yeah
She go to get a drink of water
But falls inside the well
She like to tell me just what make me frown,
But she drink when she's up, and she drink when she's down
She's on the high horse or she up in the tree, and she lookin below, all the human beings
But you're an animal to me
An accidental laceration
Girl you better clean that out
Cuz if you wind up in a sandstorm
And all around you is a drought
Then your wound is gonna fester
And you'll be throbbing in pain,
But you'd never cry out for help, no
You'd look at your little book again
She like to tell me just what make me frown,
But she drink when she's up, and she drink when she's down
She's on the high horse or she up in the tree, and she lookin below, all the human beings
But you're an animal to me
The psychoanalyst's conundrum, uh
Yeah the issue's with themselves, uh
They think about it too much to feel anything
Then they're stuck in the well
Is a venerable force, yeah
It's like she got a shiny little badge now
Cuz she took a little course
And if I got a little problem, uh
She gonna write it down in ink
Cuz she got a little book that tell her
How people used to think
But that presents another problem, uh
What if the issue's with herself, yeah
She go to get a drink of water
But falls inside the well
She like to tell me just what make me frown,
But she drink when she's up, and she drink when she's down
She's on the high horse or she up in the tree, and she lookin below, all the human beings
But you're an animal to me
An accidental laceration
Girl you better clean that out
Cuz if you wind up in a sandstorm
And all around you is a drought
Then your wound is gonna fester
And you'll be throbbing in pain,
But you'd never cry out for help, no
You'd look at your little book again
She like to tell me just what make me frown,
But she drink when she's up, and she drink when she's down
She's on the high horse or she up in the tree, and she lookin below, all the human beings
But you're an animal to me
The psychoanalyst's conundrum, uh
Yeah the issue's with themselves, uh
They think about it too much to feel anything
Then they're stuck in the well
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Writer(s): James Harrison Stofer, Jacob Carlton Sproul, Nathan Wallace Barnes, Daniel Charles Sproul
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