Screeching Weasel - Psychiatrist Lyrics
Johnny got upset and drank a bottle of Sea BreezeMommy figured out he wasn't too happyThe family looks nice beu they're rotting insideThey all hate eachother but nobody knows whySo they go to the shrink he says, "You're very nice peoplebut Johnny causes problems and negative feelings, he really needs help."and then mommy starts crying."But if you give me your checkbook we can hospitalize him."CH: Made dependent on a doctor for your mental hell The ritulin pills are gonna make you well 6 weeks of bliss, your emotional fix Then give daddy the bill for the therapy swillYour doc is your drug he's got your medicationHe gets through to you better when you're under sedationSomething from your past that he won't let relaxYou wish you were dead but he makes your time lastSo you sit in the day room and watch a TVYou're never alone, under close scrutinyDon't cause any problems, you'll end up on your backChock full of thorazine and trapped like a rat