Lyrics:
a headshrinker
My signed Bukowski, you sold behind my back
And undermining is your chosen mode of attack
I don't want your measured excuse, I don't need
a headshrinker
My signed bukowski you sold behind my back
And undermining is your chosen mode of attack
I don't want your measured excuse I don't need
century bitch
And we are grateful for
Our iron lung
The headshrinkers, they want everything
My uncle Bill, my Belisha beacon
The headshrinkers, they want
in a haze of pity
And doesn't know where to run
She's a headshrinker now
And I think it's time we have some fun
Lost in a fog
I've been treated
I got it
You got it too
I can feel the problems in the room
Because I am goin insane
Won't you tell me what's in my brain
Mr headshrinker
Please
a haze of pity
And doesn't know where to run
She's a headshrinker now
And I think it's time we had some fun
Lost in a fog
I've been treated like a dog
to a headshrinker.
Headshrinker, you!
Me?
You!)
My father is a bastard,
My ma's an S.O.B.
My grandpa's always plastered,
My grandma pushes tea.
My sister wears
Holes for filling with drink and smoke, and coke and dope
And crack and smack, xanax, prozac, panic attacks, terror attacks
It's a headshrinker's
Headhunters, headshrinkers, and long distance runners
Dust gathers on mementos, dust gathers on proud moments
Young voices grow thick and old
sweet hatchet SWING low son
I'm feeling mighty lonesome
christen the bastard jack dad
the head-shrinker is a quack
anyone 'anyone who'd wear their
sweet hatchet SWING low son
I'm feeling mighty lonesome
christen the bastard jack dad
the head-shrinker is a quack
anyone 'anyone who'd wear their
They advertise
First world thinkers
Are just headshrinkers
Let's be free from these beginners
And all those late night dinners
Right wingers and dead
he ain't had a normal home.
ACTION
Hey, I'm depraved on account I'm deprived!
DIESEL
So take him to a headshrinker!
ACTION (sung)
My father is
depraved on account I'm
deprived!
DIESEL ("Judge")
(spoken)
So take him to a headshrinker.
ACTION
My father is a bastard,
My ma's an S.O.B.
My grandpa's
me
i see the REAPER (ey)
i need HEADSHRINKER (ey)
my mood มัน swing away
i cant see the way
keep falling til the morning comes
i wonder why ,
of this court
This child is depraved on account
He ain't had a normal home
Hey, I'm depraved on account I'm deprived
So take him to a headshrinker
You
of this court
This child is depraved on account
He ain't had a normal home
Hey, I'm depraved on account I'm deprived
So take him to a headshrinker
You
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