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“Real Doctors Use Electro-Shock Therapy”

They shoot us up to lay us down,
Magic markers and pseudo-sounds
Lying and trying to make us see
Whatever they want, they make us be–
Dead to the world, dead to our thoughts,
Thought-crime, double-speak, Doctor Spock
Treating while singing their smug little songs,
They read our minds just to tell us we’re wrong

Electrodes to the temple, time slows to a stop
The guitar’s a bead-pan, while the drums are pots
Turn up the power, drown out the sounds-
The voices keep screaming; the screaming’s so loud!
Trying to see, but we see what they want–
Thought-crime, double-speak, no Doctor Spock
Signing the truth, they sign it away
Confining restrictions– un-rebellious, we pay

Pray to a god- the correction keeps spreading;
Markers on whiteboards, forever they’re editing
Speaking while weaving they’re conceited lies,
They shove it all in, make us yearn to fly
Away from it all- the pollution, disease
Escape into our minds, trading cows for beans
Trying to mold our “young mind” (and what?)
They stop the creation, force our identities to rot

Rotting and dying, brainwashed to conform
They teach what they want– “Ye unique be warned”
The reason (what reason?) is they need the control–
Control of our minds, of our thoughts, what we know
We’re so used to following, continuously blind,
That we lose ourselves, time after time
‘Til one day they push, they go too far–
And suddenly, miraculously, our dormant selves take charge
And we see what they’ve done- how they lied so much
And we want to begin, want the oppression to stop

(because…)

They shot us up just to lay us down,
Preaching magic markers with pseudo-sounds
They lied, oh they tried, to make us see
Whatever they wanted, for us to be
Dead to the world, we were dead to our thoughts
Got rid of thought-crime, double-speak, and Doctor Spock
For a while they had us– personal identity stopped
But in the end we rebelled– the control was too much.

Description
“Real Doctors Use Electro-Shock Therapy”

They shoot us up to lay us down,
Magic markers and pseudo-sounds
Lying and trying to make us see
Whatever they want, they make us be–
Dead to the world, dead to our thoughts,
Thought-crime, double-speak, Doctor Spock
Treating while singing their smug little songs,
They read our minds just to tell us we’re wrong

Electrodes to the temple, time slows to a stop
The guitar’s a bead-pan, while the drums are pots
Turn up the power, drown out the sounds-
The voices keep screaming; the screaming’s so loud!
Trying to see, but we see what they want–
Thought-crime, double-speak, no Doctor Spock
Signing the truth, they sign it away
Confining restrictions– un-rebellious, we pay

Pray to a god- the correction keeps spreading;
Markers on whiteboards, forever they’re editing
Speaking while weaving they’re conceited lies,
They shove it all in, make us yearn to fly
Away from it all- the pollution, disease
Escape into our minds, trading cows for beans
Trying to mold our “young mind” (and what?)
They stop the creation, force our identities to rot

Rotting and dying, brainwashed to conform
They teach what they want– “Ye unique be warned”
The reason (what reason?) is they need the control–
Control of our minds, of our thoughts, what we know
We’re so used to following, continuously blind,
That we lose ourselves, time after time
‘Til one day they push, they go too far–
And suddenly, miraculously, our dormant selves take charge
And we see what they’ve done- how they lied so much
And we want to begin, want the oppression to stop

(because…)

They shot us up just to lay us down,
Preaching magic markers with pseudo-sounds
They lied, oh they tried, to make us see
Whatever they wanted, for us to be
Dead to the world, we were dead to our thoughts
Got rid of thought-crime, double-speak, and Doctor Spock
For a while they had us– personal identity stopped
But in the end we rebelled– the control was too much.