Scritti Politti - Dr. Abernathy lyrics

I wonder how I'm feeling now I don't suppose I should have chosen That stuff how much is enough I don't quite hear the dime drop The buck stop or the bells I stole a glance at circumstance It's way too big for them to figure Outside in the exercise yard The three winds blow, the dear John It won't be long round and round Punks jump up To get beat down all the days Of my life, love Dr. Abernathy called to see if you were here He wanted Heroin I gave him beer Dr. Abernathy called to see if you were in He wanted Mescaline I gave him gin Dr. Abernathy, the owl of Minerva So long but I know I finished it on Saturday, I started in July Another reference for me to try Dr. Abernathy called to see if you were here The news is terrible, you're in the clear Suzy sack it to me, the owl of Minerva So long but I know Daddy had a rabbit skin to wrap a little baby in He took her to the Jersey shore Please don't go away I'll wait for you to say 'You do' Please don't go away I'll wait for you to say 'You do' Leaves'll blow away, skies'll go from blue to gray Here we go again Dr. Abernathy called to see if you were here For Meth Amphetatmine for volunteers Dr. Abernathy called to see if you were in He wanted liquorice and for my sins Dr. Abernathy, the owl of Minerva So long but I know I start again on Saturday and finish in July A look of wonderment I wonder why Dr. Abernathy called to see if you were here The news is terrible you're in the clear Suzy sack it to me, the owl of Minerva So long but I know Daddy had a rabbit skin to wrap a little baby in He took her to the Jersey shore Please don't go away I'd love for you to stay too long Please don't go away I'd love for me to prove you wrong Leaves'll blow away, skies'll go from blue to gray Here we go again I wonder how I'm feeling now Make no mistake, my time has taken too long To late put wrong, I don't quite see the stoplight To turn right, all is well I stole a glance at circumstance It's way too big for them to figure Outside in the exercise yard The three winds blow, the dear John It won't be long round and round The punks jump up To get beat down all the days Of my life, love