(Intro). . Oh man,. I'm f**ked up man,. I think I need to see a psychiatrist. My mind's playin' tricks on me man. . (Verse I). . I said Doctor Doctor, won't you help me.
I ear the buzzin' on the radio. I ear yet another song about. True love I wonder what it's all about. I'd like to taste a little bit of that. Don't know if I've ever encountered it.
There's a new band every week. New ways to move your feet. New sounds to thrill your ears. Same old chords dresses up weird. New attitudes, brand new stance.
Well the news is on, I listen all day. It's stranger than fiction that they make up these days. The music is crap, that the radio plays. I know it for certain, it's true like all cliches.
Rain is floading, the pavement cracks. Headlines screaming 'Pay more tax'. A girl is crying as she misses her train. Weather man is saying "Just a little more rain".
I am the Great White Hunter. And you know I've come to search. Just to further human knowledge. All for science and research. . And if by chance I bring back.
Sing a song of violence and listen for the sound. All the little soldiers start to come around. Start it with a rumour, a whisper in an ear. Suspision don't take very long before it turns to fear.
If I lost it all in a fireball, would you be there for me?. If the money's gone and the future falls, will you walk away?. 'Cause my confidence is vanishing, will you leave me starving here?.