Search results for down at the doctors by great white

We've found 600 lyrics, 100 artists, and 100 albums matching down at the doctors by great white:



Underneath the white light
Doctor arrives with knife and baggage
Sees the growth as just so much cabbage
That now
Must be cut away
Now come the moment
the decent way for a Bo to go
Home to the by and by; 

I knew that fever had you, Jack
And that doctor just wouldn't come
He was too busy treatin'
the decent way for a Bo to go
Home to the by and by 

I knew that fever had you, Jack
And that doctor just wouldn't come
He was too busy treatin'
Where the great ones tremble
In their snow-white shrouds
Waiting underground

If you seek the kingdom come, come along
Waiting by the ridge there'll
believing
Peace of mind is worth any chore

Great dreams and laid schemes
Just blown down by high winds
And strong signs from old forces
Wild dogs run
of fries
Suddenly I'm bowling on the Starship Enterprise
I fall down a hole and that's when I realize

I am stuck in a closet with Vanna White
I'm stuck in
white snow
Would you please put down that telephone
We're under fifteen feet of pure white snow

I waved to my neighbor
My neighbor waved to me
But
silver fish lay on its side

The doctor put us both to bed
He doesed us up and he shook his head
Only foolish people go
He said
Down by the river
body's outdated and hell is my doom

Come mama come papa and sit you down by me
Come sit you down by me and pity my case
My poor head is aching my sad
have got away
Strapped securely to the white table
Beneath the gauze the body will wither and writhe
Underneath the white light
Doctor arrives with knife
silver fish lay on its side

The doctor put us both to bed
He doesed us up and he shook his head
Only foolish people go
He said
Down by the river
salve-aided and hell is my doom

Come mama come papa and sit you down by me
Come sit you down by me and pity my case
My poor head is aching my sad heart is
part the Fuehrer the one part the Pope 
It's the inevitable return baby of the Great White Dope 

Conclusions you drew proportions you blew 
Lost son
of pure white snow 
Would you please put down that telephone 
We're under fifteen feet of pure white snow 
 
I waved to my neighbor 
My neighbor waved
body's outdated and hell is my doom

Come mama come papa and sit you down by me
Come sit you down by me and pity my case
My poor head is aching my sad
jazz is to me 

History repeating itself like a
All the great cars of the world in one massive collision
All the doctors swallowed up by one
body's outdated and hell is my doom

Come mama come papa and sit you down by me
Come sit you down by me and pity my case
My poor head is aching my sad
We always wear a great big smile we never do look sour
Travel all over the country playing by the hour
Take me back to Tulsa...
Would you please put down that telephone?
We're under fifteen feet of pure white snow

I waved to my neighbor, my neighbor waved to me
But my neighbor is
I got tired of New York City, of its sidewalks and its heat
So I got myself a great big horse and I rode him down the street
And then I hollered,
Of a magazine

Some day (some day)
I'd like (I?d like)
To take a walk with you
Maybe ride our bikes down by the sea side

Meg White
I saw you on the big
Drive a great big truck
When I'm old, when I'm old
Haul the wrecks down to the wreck yard
Help the boys unload
Keep my hair nice and long
I'm tryin' to tell you somethin' 'bout my life
Maybe give me insight between black and white
And the best thing you've ever done for me
Is to help
down on your knees  time for cake and sodomy 
White trash get down on your knees  time for cake and sodomy 

VCR's and vaseline, tv-fucked by plastic
all run
When we know it all off by heart
Played down, waiting all out
When we win or lose it this time

When the pressure's building for a great