The Bad Doctor

If you were anywhere near his door

You saw it swing open and you heard the moon roar

Trying to yank herself right out of her orbit

The whole natural world

Painted red, just like a target

It was a cold dark day

With low clouds standing in the way

And the stars jockeying for position

On the slow thick morning of the death-dealing physician

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And you could feel his features in the air

A wide smile and perfect hair

He had complete control of the rising tides

And a medicine bag hanging at his side

It was a cold dark day

With low clouds standing in the way

And the stars jockeying for position

In the flowing blue world of the death-dealing physician

(Oh yeah)

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And the rain came down like water from a faucet

I saw him at the crossroads, but I never saw him cross it

One minute he was on this side

And the next he was be over on the other

So went his rounds, one sad patient after another

It was a cold dark day

With low clouds standing in the way

And the stars jockeying for position

In the crushed velvet world of the death-dealing physician

(Oh yeah)

(Oh yeah)

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It was a cold dark day

With low clouds standing in the way

And the stars jockeying for position

In the impossibly large office of the death-dealing physician

(Oh yeah)

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