[00:00.000] 作曲 : Benjamin Johnson
[00:03.748]"I wanted to ask you something because you're a doctor, right…"
[00:05.264]"Yeah"
[00:09.208]"I don't like myself sometimes. Can you help me?"
[00:20.963]"Barry, I'm a dentist."
[00:23.784]Get to the church light
[00:27.572]I need to reaffirm with God
[00:33.319]That I'm none of his concern
[00:39.066]Leave me in therapy
[00:42.906]Maybe someday I'll be okay, (or) fit for release
[00:53.590]But don't hold your breath
[00:58.057]Misguided notions of what I do best
[01:03.125]Come to mind, leading me to see
[01:10.857]Nothing except the back of that formal piece of ****
[01:16.108]Well I'm done, so convince someone else
[01:22.900]
[01:28.359]They're functionless
[01:35.543]Every part of a made up mess
[01:42.674]They're functionless
[01:49.962]Every part of a made up mess
[01:56.049]And if doc says to me that I'm not worthless
[02:00.464]I bet that I can finally prove it;
[02:04.382]Those fingernails are growin' into my skin
[02:11.017]Trembling like a headache, I'm awake feelin' nostalgic;
[02:18.096]Those pair of lenses know that my head is still talkin'
[02:30.400]I hope I sleep tonight
[02:35.912]And I hope you keep fiendin'
[02:41.424]Over the white and red miserable death pumpin' in your chest
[02:53.597]Wasting away any trace of normal blood so the fingers feel drunk
[03:03.419]Erasing any prospect that the rest of life will feel less numb
[03:15.592]
[03:57.048]We'll make it out, it's been too many days
[03:58.929]We're all fed up inside our graves
[04:00.784]We'll make it out, it's been too many days
[04:02.795]We're all fed up inside our graves
[04:05.146]No we won't, I've tried enough to know we won't
[04:09.378]Give it up, I've tried enough so give it up
[04:13.923]No we won't, I've tried enough to know we won't
[04:18.364]Give it up, I've tried enough so give it up
[04:22.465](We'll make it out, it's been too many days
[04:22.779]We're all fed up inside our graves)
[04:32.340]I've got my head back
[04:45.531]I've got (one-two-three-four)
[04:49.711]I've got my head back, again
[05:01.074]
[05:10.609]I'm thinkin' of the time when everyone was yellin' for us to stop being such pests
[05:19.125]Andy is outside looking at his insides, and Alex moved out west
[05:27.719]When you're alone eatin' your own throat
[05:31.611]Does it hurt, this much to laugh?
[05:36.131]Talking to yourself and made up names
[05:40.180]Telling you "We'll be right back."

作曲 : Benjamin Johnson
"I wanted to ask you something because you're a doctor, right…"
"Yeah"
"I don't like myself sometimes. Can you help me?"
"Barry, I'm a dentist."
Get to the church light
I need to reaffirm with God
That I'm none of his concern
Leave me in therapy
Maybe someday I'll be okay, (or) fit for release
But don't hold your breath
Misguided notions of what I do best
Come to mind, leading me to see
Nothing except the back of that formal piece of ****
Well I'm done, so convince someone else
They're functionless
Every part of a made up mess
They're functionless
Every part of a made up mess
And if doc says to me that I'm not worthless
I bet that I can finally prove it;
Those fingernails are growin' into my skin
Trembling like a headache, I'm awake feelin' nostalgic;
Those pair of lenses know that my head is still talkin'
I hope I sleep tonight
And I hope you keep fiendin'
Over the white and red miserable death pumpin' in your chest
Wasting away any trace of normal blood so the fingers feel drunk
Erasing any prospect that the rest of life will feel less numb
We'll make it out, it's been too many days
We're all fed up inside our graves
We'll make it out, it's been too many days
We're all fed up inside our graves
No we won't, I've tried enough to know we won't
Give it up, I've tried enough so give it up
No we won't, I've tried enough to know we won't
Give it up, I've tried enough so give it up
(We'll make it out, it's been too many days
We're all fed up inside our graves)
I've got my head back
I've got (one-two-three-four)
I've got my head back, again
I'm thinkin' of the time when everyone was yellin' for us to stop being such pests
Andy is outside looking at his insides, and Alex moved out west
When you're alone eatin' your own throat
Does it hurt, this much to laugh?
Talking to yourself and made up names
Telling you "We'll be right back."