Call him, call the medic
Call him, call the medic
Oh, call him, call the medic
Call him, call the medic
Oh, call him, call the medic
Call him, call the medic
Oh, call him, call the medic
Oh, call him, call the medic
He's up from the couch, and he's starting to sing
Oh, I'm not feeling great
And I've brought it up
Oh, much too late
So I'll just sit and wait
I'll sit and hyperventilate
And it's hard when it's about you (Why?)
'Cause I've got complex feelings too
And it's hard to get them through to you
Yes, it's hard to express them to you
And now the doctor said
"Son, this cannot wait
You know, we've really
We've really gotta operate
And it's critical that you tell the truth
Is there really something wrong with you?"
So, while I'd love to sit and conversate
The nurse has said it's bad for my mental state
I got nuts and bolts and metal plates
And this brain-dead brain to resuscitate
So, wrap me up and spin me 'round
Then cut me up and sell me to the butchers downtown
I got nothing left in my hollow head
No thoughts, no thanks, just pain and dread
I said wrap me up and spin me 'round
Then tie me up and let me sink to the bottom of the ground
Don't let my body go to waste
And pray the local seafood likes the taste
And I'm not ever gonna die
No, l'm not ever gonna die
But life is hard to live
With tears that never dry
I've tried to wipe these eyes
And I feel it closing in
Like when I was twenty-two
That awful shade of blue
And butcher, please cut me up and cut me into even parts
Don't let the neighbours starve
And doctor, please cut the wires and make it all go dark
A medically induced fresh start
But death is just symbology
Of future change to future me, so relax
But this don't feel metaphorical
This pain I feel is horrible, yes, it is
I think I've been here before
I'm what they call a hypochondriac
Now eternity waits for me
Darkness times infinity, how's that?
Now faster, faster, you better choose
A life much better suited to you
Not this one for celebrities
Where they'll hyper-analyse your personalities
And the X-rays show it's an unknown growth
Sent by God for personal growth
And the cryptic riddled message reads
"Don't ignore your feelings, please"
So, I'll try my best to tell the truth
And it only took till verse thirty-two
Purge these thoughts of death and hell
God, I hope this motherfucking record sells
Our young hero's feeling much better
He's decided to check himself out of the Wesley Hospital
His mum's on her way to pick him up
He's heading home to watch the second half of Saving Private Ryan
Life's pretty great until next week
