Listen doctor I have pain 

That grows inside myself 

Shelf me please 

I just can't ease the pain 

I need some drugs to help 

Ah pollution fills my lungs 

And convolution fills my mind 

Ah my legs do ache 

I contemplate 

That living's less than fine 

My spine does tingle 

When I think of being 

Freed from this curse 

But what is worse I feel 

Life is a bubble 

Blown until it's burst 

Oh doctor I am desperate 

To get rid of this feeling 

Oh doctor I am desperate 

For some good soul healing 



The doctor turned and gave a grin 

And reached into his bag 

But instead of an injection 

Got a record with a tag 

That said listen to this daily 

With hip shaking and such things 

Then he puts the record in 

Grabs a mic and starts to sing 

You need some 



One four five 

To make you high to make you high 

To make you high to make you high 

When heaven falling from the sky 

To make you high to make you high 



Doctor I am feeling better 

What was that you sang 

Did you write it or recite it 

Or just steal it from a band 

Ah my bones are feeling stronger 

And my spirit's feeling fresh 

Ah that dose of 145 has put the life 

Back in my breath 

'yes yes yes' the doctor said 

Then he sat me down and say 

'young man don't think I wrote 

These chords they're written in 

Your brain' 

And when you hear them 

There's a shakedown that begins within 

The mind 

Cos these three chords make people 

Feeling better all the time ah 

They keep repeating 

Like a scratch on a cd 

But it's quality cos these three harmonies 

Breed positivity 

Protecting against insanity 

Of modern insecurities 

Believe me when I tell you 

All you need is to be hearing all that 



One four five 

To make you high to make you high 

To make you high to make you high 

When they said what and you said why 

To make you high to make you high 



The doctor turned and gave a grin 

And reached into his bag 

But instead of an injection 

Got a record with a tag 

That said listen to this daily 

With hip shaking and such things 

Then he puts the record in 

Grabs a mic and starts to sing 

You need some 



One four five 

To make you high to make you high 

When you could not count to pi 

When you're told you can't fly 

To make you high to make you high 



Times like these you need some 

One four five .... hhhuuummnn