The Trash Can Sinatras
The Trash Can Sinatras - The Therapist lyrics
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He said 'around these parts...' as he laid a hand upon a thigh 'Life's so dumb, dull and low that you've got to try harder to get higher' I stood in the firing line with my blindfold, arms behind If you shoot, aim for the leg, And I'll teach you how to beg me I get the sweetest sensations when I'm powerless But despite myself, there are times when I have felt 'I'm not in the mood for any of this. These scots west-coast delta blues give me the hump.' I'm nude in the firing line with my blindfold, arms behind If you shoot me in the leg, I'll teach you how to fake prescriptions Look below the slabs and underneath the crabs... My therapist has the rapist's heart These scots west-coast delta blues Give me the hump-backed bells of hell, So shut up, your time is up Time's up, shut up Time is up Time's up, shut up Time is up Time's up, shut up Good-bye I'll see you later on Tick tock, running over Good-bye now I'll see you later on Tick tock, working all night Time's up, shut up Time is up Bye bye see you later on Time is up Bye bye see you later on Time is up '1,2,3 waking up 4,5,6 waking up 7,8 open your eyes 9, 10 wide awake, wide wake, fully wide awake'