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