The Doctors Light a jay And curse your nurse Run away And then reverse Decide to stay– Then change again ‘Til The Doctors say You’re acting strange again And the Doctors then prescribe A needle driven deep into The iris of the eye And if you survive They’ve gotta lotta other therapies They’d dearly love to try Stay asleep Relax your brain Do not weep Do NOT complain Play it straight Pretend you’re well And everything’s great And you’re not trapped in hell Or the Doctors May prescribe The curative might Of the rabid rat bite And once treatment begins You will pay for much more Than your ancestors’ sins You will pay them in pain You will pay them in facts They extract from your brain Then they’ll say you’re insane But ain’t they the ones?... The Doctors have no need of guns Or even knives They have the Seething Needle-Nuns And the Bleeding Gums Device... And strange machines That run upon the patient’s screams And medicines for murdering your dreams D X Stone dxstoneweb
Posted on: Wed, 12 Mar 2014 11:40:46 +0000
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