One day
All this will be devoured
By some extraterrestrial culture anyway
'Cause if you can't see a forest for the trees
You'd rather hammer against the door of an oculist
I'm not making these unpolished rhymes out of pure joy either
And you can have some of my beer if you like
But I don't want to see the news
That a bomb had been dropped on the Arabians
Children being lacerated into tiny pieces
Or starving with their faces turned towards the wall
Meanwhile there are so many ads on TV
As if the world had entered its ultimate year
It's just that no one let us know about it
The doctor said
Even if your heart aches
Turn up the volume
And rock will make you feel better
Not the booze, not the drugs
but your guitar and drums
In the end I indeed got better
Thanks doc
thanks doc
thanks doc
thanks
One day
All this will be devoured
By some extraterrestrial culture anyway
'Cause if you can't see a forest for the trees
You'd rather hammer against the door of an oculist
I'm not making these unpolished rhymes out of pure joy either
But the human race is a magnet for trouble
As bitches are for males
The doctor said
Even if your heart aches
Turn up the volume
And rock will make you feel better
Not the booze, not the drugs
but your guitar and drums
In the end I indeed got better
Thanks doc
thanks doc
thanks doc
thanks