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For far too long
the practice of Psychiatry
has prospered
on mending society's wrong
To cure a freak who don't belong
It's all a bunch of lies
Rooted at shuffling addictions around
Distorting people's minds
Complicating from those divine
Tell me what's the problem
I have a cure for you...
There's nothing a prescription can undo
You must sit and trust me
I can feel your pain
Correcting the Lithium deficiency
in your brain with pills
You're mad all the time
Sedated now... You'll be fine
Getting stoned
Getting stoned
'Cause I'm distorted from taking drugs
Designed to help me regain my mind
to rid the depression
I periodically endure
I'm not right
But was better than when I came here
Through getting stoned
I perceive all the injections
The scars that remain
The needle tracks that stain the veins
Rehab is a joke to me
A strung out junkie needs to be set free
Methadone clinics just won't help
How do you reabilitate a serial killer
Who longs to kill,
but is addicted to brutal sex?
That's a sick addition in itself
How do you cure obesity?
A transient drunk? Anaclisis?
Manic Depressive Psychosis?
Over-active sex drives?
Anorexia Nervosa? Control Freaks?
Self-destructive humans?
World hunger?
Living here in torment...
IT'S DISTURBING
It's quite contagious...
YOU'LL DIAGNOSE
Born deficient... COMATOSE
I'm a special doctor
You don't know me
As long as I get my money
I've got a degree In worldly nothings
Fine upstanding yuppie
But I care only for cash
For far too long
Authority made them strong
Rehabilitation does not work
Because