Screeching Weasel - Psychiatrist lyrics
[Screeching Weasel - Psychiatrist lyrics]
Johnny got upset and drank a
Bottle of Sea Breeze
Well, Mommy figured out that
He wasn't too happy the family looks nice
But they're rotting inside
They all hate each other
But nobody knows why
So they go to the shrink, he says
"You're very nice people
But Johnny causes pain and negative feelings
He really needs help
" and then Mommy starts crying
"If you give me your checkbook
We can hospitalize him"
Made dependent on a doctor
For your mental hell psychiatrist
The Ritalin pills are gonna make you well
Psychiatrist
Months of bliss, your emotional fix
Psychiatrist then give Daddy the bill
For the therapy swill psychiatrist
Your doc is your drug
He's got your medication
He gets through to you better
When you're under sedation
Something from your past that
He won't let relax he wishes you were dead
But it makes the time last
So you sit in the day room
And you watch the TV
You're never alone, under close scrutiny
Don't cause any problems
You'll end up on your back
Chock full of Thorazine and
Trapped like a rat
Made dependent on a doctor
For your mental hell psychiatrist
The Ritalin pills are gonna make you well
Psychiatrist
Six weeks of bliss, your emotional fix
Psychiatrist then give Daddy the bill
For the therapy swill psychiatrist
Bottle of Sea Breeze
Well, Mommy figured out that
He wasn't too happy the family looks nice
But they're rotting inside
They all hate each other
But nobody knows why
So they go to the shrink, he says
"You're very nice people
But Johnny causes pain and negative feelings
He really needs help
" and then Mommy starts crying
"If you give me your checkbook
We can hospitalize him"
Made dependent on a doctor
For your mental hell psychiatrist
The Ritalin pills are gonna make you well
Psychiatrist
Months of bliss, your emotional fix
Psychiatrist then give Daddy the bill
For the therapy swill psychiatrist
Your doc is your drug
He's got your medication
He gets through to you better
When you're under sedation
Something from your past that
He won't let relax he wishes you were dead
But it makes the time last
So you sit in the day room
And you watch the TV
You're never alone, under close scrutiny
Don't cause any problems
You'll end up on your back
Chock full of Thorazine and
Trapped like a rat
Made dependent on a doctor
For your mental hell psychiatrist
The Ritalin pills are gonna make you well
Psychiatrist
Six weeks of bliss, your emotional fix
Psychiatrist then give Daddy the bill
For the therapy swill psychiatrist