Dr Feelgood
Doctor Feelgood, Dr Feelgood.
Do a service for the poor
Dr Feelgood, Dr Feelgood.
I’m banging on your door!
The sweets you gave the ones I crave aren’t working anymore.
Dr Feelgood, Dr Feelgood!
Down the dungeons depths I fall.
Dr Feelgood, Dr Feelgood!
Do you not care at all!?
The sweets you gave the ones I crave, got me up against the wall.
Dr Death, Dr Death
Don’t take another step.
Dr Death, Dr Death!
I’m warning you don’t tread!
The drugs you gave the ones I crave, got me touring to the edge.
Copyright © Ben Wilson | Year Posted 2015
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