Therapy?

You sit there and act like you know what I'm thinking

But you've no real idea of how quickly I'm sinking

Throw me a life line, I'm drowning and fast

I don't know how much longer I can last!



You think you know me? Get real, no way

'your mother cold hearted, your father gay'?

You dish out this crap with no second look

All of your 'knowledge' compiled from a book



Jesus Christ Mr Therapist, why am I here?

I'll pop down to the shops and buy my own gear

One things for certain, it'll be a lot cheaper

And I know for a fact, I'll look a lot deeper



If I talked to a brick wall I'd get verberation

Which is more than I'm getting from your vacant expression

Stop avoiding my questions and spouting off shit

and do your job properly, you fucking hypocrite!



Handing out pills is your idea of therapy?

Sat there not listening, prescription pad ready

Don't you understand? Its just not OK

The problem's still there the very next day



I'm wasting my time, this wont ever work

You 'listen' but i know my problems you'll shirk

You stroke your beard, cocksure, but you don't know shit

So stick that in your Freudian pipe and smoke it!