| For far too long
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| The practice of Psychiatry
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| Has prospered
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| On mending society’s wrong
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| To cure a freak who don’t belong
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| It’s all a bunch of lies
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| Rooted at shuffling addictions around
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| Distorting people’s minds
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| Complicating from those divine
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| Tell me what’s the problem
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| I have a cure for you…
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| There’s nothing a prescription can undo
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| You must sit and trust me
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| I can feel your pain
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| Correcting the Lithium deficiency
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| In your brain with pills
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| You’re mad all the time
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| Sedated now… You’ll be fine
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| Getting stoned
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| Getting stoned
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| 'Cause I’m distorted from taking drugs
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| Designed to help me regain my mind
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| To rid the depression
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| I periodically endure
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| I’m not right
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| But was better than when I came here
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| Through getting stoned
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| I perceive all the injections
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| The scars that remain
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| The needle tracks that stain the veins
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| Rehab is a joke to me
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| A strung out junkie needs to be set free
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| Methadone clinics just won’t help
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| How do you reabilitate a serial killer
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| Who longs to kill
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| But is addicted to brutal sex?
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| That’s a sick addition in itself
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| How do you cure obesity?
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| A transient drunk? |
| Anaclisis?
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| Manic Depressive Psychosis?
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| Over-active sex drives?
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| Anorexia Nervosa? |
| Control Freaks?
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| Self-destructive humans?
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| World hunger?
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| Living here in torment…
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| IT’S DISTURBING
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| It’s quite contagious…
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| YOU’LL DIAGNOSE
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| Born deficient… COMATOSE
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| I’m a special doctor
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| You don’t know me
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| As long as I get my money
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| I’ve got a degree In worldly nothings
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| Fine upstanding yuppie
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| But I care only for cash
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| For far too long
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| Authority made them strong
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| Rehabilitation does not work
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| Because crime is high…
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| Rape has gone up
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| So has the tension
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| While psychiatrists get rich
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| Feeding on the nation’s insecurites
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| Performing mental blasphemy
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| As they please
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| A prescription will set you free…
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| Or taint your soul
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| Will false hope… Rehab is for Quitters
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| Who’s right to say
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| What is wrong or right?
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| Desire consumes you are what you are
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| And no one can change that stupid fact
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| Molestor or strung out on crack
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| Rehab can only change
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| Those who will be changed
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| It shifts the color of addiction
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| To something of the same
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| Making the monkey go away
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| Replacing him with a chimp
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| Can’t stop thinking
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| About those cigarettes
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| Crawl beneath the skin
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| Like the man who tried to quit shooting
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| After 25 years
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| Decided to put the needle down
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| And found he could no longer live
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| So he tried a little bit
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| No longer exists
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| Death is the Pain Killer!!! |