Will Wood - Marsha, Thankk You for the Dialectics, but I Need You to Leave lyrics
[Will Wood - Marsha, Thankk You for the Dialectics, but I Need You to Leave lyrics]
They could prescribe you any
Illness you’d like
If you define the terms of your ailments
You could sing a pretty malady like
A black canary, but a crow don’t know the
Smell of carbon monoxide
How many years have you been on that couch?
They could’ve quilt’d you in the
Throws by now you draw a line in the sand
Where it ends and you begin
But the tide rolls in, so who knows? Oh well
And a little identity never hurt nobody
But lately you’ve been focusing
Too much on yourself
So how many milligrams of you
Are still left in there?
'Cause back in my day we didn’t need
No feel-good pills and no psychiatrists
No, we just drank ourselves to death
And god damn it, we liked it
Who makes the call?
What’s a symptom, what’s a flaw
Can it be both?
Well I suppose that’s an answer
Would you give up your humanity for
Just a touch of sanity?
'Cause God knows it’s not like it’s cancer
And good news to the
Purists: they’ve discovered a
Cure for the symptoms of being alive
It’s a painless procedure with a
Low rate of failure
But very few patients survive
And a little conformity never hurt nobody
But lately I’ve been worried
That you’re losing yourself
So how many milligrams of you
Are still left in there?
'Cause back in my day we didn’t need
No feel-good pills and no psychiatrists
No, we just bled out in our baths
And god damn it, we liked it
Doctor, what’s my prognosis if
The studies show that
Disease is in the eye of the beholder?
Tell me "so it goes"
We depress to impress, I guess
In layer after layer to get off our chests
It’s cold out now, we can take it off later
Better safe than sorry
And we both know the danger
So doctor, could you run another test?
Got a feeling that this time
I might just pass it
Well, if you raise the average
We’ll all sing when the bell curve rings in
Lyrics symptomatic of the way we think
If our harmonies don’t sync
We can change our voices
A chorus on condition of our diagnosis
Back in my day we didn’t need
No feel-good pills and no psychiatrists
What can I say, except don’t heed no evil
Wills of moral nihilists
I said "back in the days of lobotomies
And shock therapy and mad scientists
Oh, don’t you make me waste my breath
God damn it!"
Ain’t your you-dentity at stake?
Does aspirin kill you with the pain?
You’re not your thoughts, you’re
Not your brain
You’re just the character you’ve made
Up in your head, down in your heart
What seem like separate body parts
Come together to believe they’re you
And not just chemistry
It’s not the way that you were raised
Or what the advertisements say
Not what you pay for, what you
Pray for, what you want, or what you say
And I see your tendency to redefine
Disease by what you need
And I’m afraid I can’t prescribe
The diagnosis that you seek
And something tells me that you need
Forgive me now if I misspeak
But something tells me that you like
And something tells me
You prefer to be sitting there flipping
Through those old issues of People
Well that’s our time, see you next week
Illness you’d like
If you define the terms of your ailments
You could sing a pretty malady like
A black canary, but a crow don’t know the
Smell of carbon monoxide
How many years have you been on that couch?
They could’ve quilt’d you in the
Throws by now you draw a line in the sand
Where it ends and you begin
But the tide rolls in, so who knows? Oh well
And a little identity never hurt nobody
But lately you’ve been focusing
Too much on yourself
So how many milligrams of you
Are still left in there?
'Cause back in my day we didn’t need
No feel-good pills and no psychiatrists
No, we just drank ourselves to death
And god damn it, we liked it
Who makes the call?
What’s a symptom, what’s a flaw
Can it be both?
Well I suppose that’s an answer
Would you give up your humanity for
Just a touch of sanity?
'Cause God knows it’s not like it’s cancer
And good news to the
Purists: they’ve discovered a
Cure for the symptoms of being alive
It’s a painless procedure with a
Low rate of failure
But very few patients survive
And a little conformity never hurt nobody
But lately I’ve been worried
That you’re losing yourself
So how many milligrams of you
Are still left in there?
'Cause back in my day we didn’t need
No feel-good pills and no psychiatrists
No, we just bled out in our baths
And god damn it, we liked it
Doctor, what’s my prognosis if
The studies show that
Disease is in the eye of the beholder?
Tell me "so it goes"
We depress to impress, I guess
In layer after layer to get off our chests
It’s cold out now, we can take it off later
Better safe than sorry
And we both know the danger
So doctor, could you run another test?
Got a feeling that this time
I might just pass it
Well, if you raise the average
We’ll all sing when the bell curve rings in
Lyrics symptomatic of the way we think
If our harmonies don’t sync
We can change our voices
A chorus on condition of our diagnosis
Back in my day we didn’t need
No feel-good pills and no psychiatrists
What can I say, except don’t heed no evil
Wills of moral nihilists
I said "back in the days of lobotomies
And shock therapy and mad scientists
Oh, don’t you make me waste my breath
God damn it!"
Ain’t your you-dentity at stake?
Does aspirin kill you with the pain?
You’re not your thoughts, you’re
Not your brain
You’re just the character you’ve made
Up in your head, down in your heart
What seem like separate body parts
Come together to believe they’re you
And not just chemistry
It’s not the way that you were raised
Or what the advertisements say
Not what you pay for, what you
Pray for, what you want, or what you say
And I see your tendency to redefine
Disease by what you need
And I’m afraid I can’t prescribe
The diagnosis that you seek
And something tells me that you need
Forgive me now if I misspeak
But something tells me that you like
And something tells me
You prefer to be sitting there flipping
Through those old issues of People
Well that’s our time, see you next week