| Jonathon:
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| He’s the king of sting, Mr. Morphine my friend
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| Uncle Slam, the medicine man
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| And I’m a junkie with a big King Kong sized monkey
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| Crawling up and down my back
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| Doctor Rockter:
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| Oh, I’ll help ya son to rearrange your mind
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| Oh, I’ll help ya son but ya gotta buy this time
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| I’m your doctor
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| Jonathon to Doctor:
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| Help me please, oh Doctor, help me please
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| Doctor Rockter, you know I need you
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| Doctor please, my M.D., fix me in my time of need
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| But, can ya see the fire that’s in my eyes
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| Jonathon:
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| It’s the mirror from the wall, that’s on the table
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| Feeding me little white lies
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| And I’m wasted in a waste land, I’m a junk man
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| I got tombstones in my eyes
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| Ah, help me Uncle Slam, the beast claims another man
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| Cocaine, Codine, 714, a tuinol blindfold just what I need |