My Analyst Says Lyrics
(random muffled babbling for a minute or so)
Who is the man who went to Casa Lita
On the week I was fond of you
Chained to the world to get my head together
So I took it all out on you
Now I'm talking to the man from the couch
Gonna figure out why I...
Dream all my friends
Are spies or kamikazes
My lovers are mannequins
He's got degrees, he's schooled how to listen
I take it all out on him
He's thinking about what he's gonna drive
I'm trying to figure out why I'm, why I'm alive
Analyst says
Analyst says
You got thinking pain
But keep your wallet open
I can help you
Analyst says
You've got one solution
He says you're gonna need a lot of bread
You got a lot of head to get better
You're gonna need another job
You gotta make a lot to get better
I said I think I got this figured out
I didn't need to shout
But I'm fed up
You got me working nearly every day
I got no energy to get better
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He's thinking about what he's gonna drive
I'm trying to figure out why I'm alive
He is thinking about his secretary's thigh!
I'm trying to figure out why I'm, why I'm alive!
Analyst says!
My analyst says
My analyst says you got one solution
You got one solution
You gotta come more often
(better better better better)
You gotta come more often
