Doctor's Orders - Dog Fashion Disco

This ain’t no Armageddon sunrise

This ain’t no Hiroshima bomb

This ain’t no mushroom cloud laying mother.

This ain’t no time space continuum.

Suicide was once my valentine

Now she’s laying beside me under the sun

It’s no longer cheap to get a proper high

Hit the streets and ask anyone

I eat Hexes for breakfast

Join Sinners for dinner

As the baboons grow louder

My patience grows thinner

Silver bullets in the messenger

Before he can speak

of some horrid abominations

And the plight of the meek

Suicide was once my valentine

Now she’s laying beside me under the sun

It’s no longer cheap to get a proper high

Hit the streets and ask anyone

I sit and stare at the phone

Inside my head no one’s home

The dog is chewing his bones

and in my head no one’s home

I say your name over and over repeating

On bloodied knees, I’m begging and pleading

To a God that stares at me through the ceiling

Answer my prayers, anoint me a healing

I sit and stare at the phone

Inside my head no one’s home.

The doctor ordered what?

A spoonful won’t do?

20 milligrams of Xanax

in the witches brew

Bull whip the synapse

To survive the 9 to 5

Wife and kids, white picket fence

You made your hell, now lay in it

Suicide was once my valentine

Now she’s laying beside me under the sun

It’s no longer cheap to get a proper high

Hit the streets and ask anyone