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    For far too long
    The practice of psychiatry
    Has prospered
    On mending society's wrong
    To cure a freak who don't belong
    It's all a bunch of lies
    Rooted at shuffling addictions around
    Distorting people's minds
    Complicating from those divine
    Tell me what's the problem
    I have a cure for you...
    There's nothing a prescription can undo
    You must sit and trust me
    I can feel your pain
    Correcting the lithium deficiency
    In your brain with pills
    You're mad all the time
    Sedated now... you'll be fine
    Getting stoned
    Getting stoned
    'cause i'm distorted from taking drugs
    Designed to help me regain my mind
    To rid the depression
    I periodically endure
    I'm not right
    But was better than when i came here
    Through getting stoned
    I perceive all the injections
    The scars that remain
    The needle tracks that stain the veins
    Rehab is a joke to me
    A strung out junkie needs to be set free
    Methadone clinics just won't help
    How do you reabilitate a serial killer
    Who longs to kill,
    But is addicted to brutal sex?
    That's a sick addition in itself
    How do you cure obesity?
    A transient drunk? anaclisis?
    Manic depressive psychosis?
    Over-active sex drives?
    Anorexia nervosa? control freaks?
    Self-destructive humans?
    World hunger?
    Living here in torment...
    It's disturbing
    It's quite contagious...
    You'll diagnose
    Born deficient... comatose
    I'm a special doctor
    You don't know me
    As long as i get my money
    I've got a degree in worldly nothings
    Fine upstanding yuppie
    But i care only for cash
    For far too long
    Authority made them strong
    Rehabilitation does not work
    Because crime is high...
    Rape has gone up
    So has the tension
    While psychiatrists get rich
    Feeding on the nation's insecurites
    Performing mental blasphemy
    As they please
    A prescription will set you free...
    Or taint your soul
    Will false hope... rehab is for quitters
    Who's right to say
    What is wrong or right?
    Desire consumes you are what you are
    And no one can change that stupid fact
    Molestor or strung out on crack
    Rehab can only change
    Those who will be changed
    It shifts the color of addiction
    To something of the same
    Making the monkey go away
    Replacing him with a chimp
    Can't stop thinking
    About those cigarettes
    Crawl beneath the skin
    Like the man who tried to quit shooting
    After 25 years
    Decided to put the needle down
    And found he could no longer live
    So he tried a little bit
    No longer exists
    Death is the pain killer!!!

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