Problems With Medication Songtext
von Twiztid

You know what?
You psychiatrists are all like
You make me sit and talk about my mother for an hour
Charges me 400 bucks, give me a perscription
That you never does damn bit of good And now... now? I have little voice in my head
That′s saying it's ok for me to fuck my sister
I′ll tell you something doctor d little little
You'd better get me something to calm my ass down
Or I'mma come over there and pop out your ass and skull fuck you