I've been treated for mild depression
And I've been treated for growing pains
I've been treated for hallucinations;
Now I can see it all coming again
Well, you can wind me up. Yeah, you can slow me down
You can dig a little, and you can mess me around
But there's one thing I should tell you, to which
You must agree:
There's no use you playing doctor to my disease
Said it's no use you playing doctor to my disease
I got no cure for this condition
That you've been causing me tonight
Well, you put my heart in overdrive:
Hand me the bullet I must bite
You can stir me up and you can cut me down
You can probe a little, push that knife around
But there's one thing I should tell you, to which
You must agree:
It's no use you playing doctor to my disease
Do you have to break my engine
So you can fix it up again?
Tuned to crazy imperfection
Just to score me out of ten
Well, you can wind me up. Yeah, you can slow me down
You can dig a little. Yeah, you can mess me around
But there's one thing I should tell you, to which
You must agree:
That it's no use you playing doctor to my disease