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Do the psyche shuffle Do the tablet guzzle See the facial rictus So the doctor tricked us. You need a vet You’re feeling shit And you wannam get better You try to fit You do the bit And you end up a nutter, psycho You gotta keep cool in TREATMENT You gotta keep cool in TREATMENT When your brain starts to go Ward staff ain’t got time for no fun You’ll end up in Section With long sleeves on your jacket They plead with you “Dearie, just you take the pill ‘Cause you ain’t standing still.” DOING THE... DOING THE Oh tricksy fool Will your tablets make me better? Are you waiting for the hour When you can zap me ‘Cause you’re bad enough. Do the psyche shuffle Let your brain cells bustle You won’t know your mother You could eat your brother. DOING THE... DOING THE... You scream and shout. You feel and feel ‘Cause you’re living on instinct. You get the shakes. You’re shuddering And you know there’s no winning IN TREATMENT.
01st September 2000
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