My self-amusing versions of Moz songs that flow from thought as I sing-along and which I threatened to sing at Morrissey-Oke (karaoke).
Sunday, July 1, 2012
Therapist On Duty
The work you chose has a practical vein
But I read much more into your name
Therapist
Patrolling the length and the breadth of your room
I call your name from the emergency room
Therapist
Therapist - save me from life
Save me from life
Save me from life
Save me from the ails and the ills, and
from other things.
The center of the town is a dangerous zone
Drenched in phlegm every time that I come home
Therapist- save me from life.
Save me from life.
Save me from life.
Save me from the ails and the ills
And from other things.
Love me, oh help me, oh
oh help me, oh help oh
Therapist, counsel me from life
Therapist, guard me from life.
The last bus home is the dangerous one,
A baseball bat against the collarbone.
Therapist.
Therapist - save me from life.
Save me from life.
Save me from life.
Cause it's the only life I'll ever have,
I'm always good, I'm never bad
And I've always been so kind,
To the sick and to the partially blind.
Save me from life.
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