it's medicine time
the doctor reaches into his pocket
pulls out a little green pill
don't forget to smile he croaks
out from forked tongue
his horns show all the after affects
it's ok he croons the only side effect
is death!!!

diagnosis
prognosis
let the tears roll
off the tip of words so poisonous
diagnosis
prognosis
it's the way we live in fear
of the man who gives me grins
he fills me hands
and fills the mind with dreams so vivid
just give me a
diagnosis

hear the words they say
it's depression to the fifth degree
ah yes they decree
broken heart syndrome!
the incurable itch that can never be scratched
the one that he'll deal with a scar
when sewn up tight and good
put a ring on his finger
wish him luck
shove him out the door

diagnosis
prognosis
let the tears roll
off the tip of words so poisonous
diagnosis
prognosis
it's the way we live in fear
of the man who gives me grins
he fills me hands
and fills the mind with dreams so vivid
just give me a
diagnosis

throw me out
with a bottle filled with pills
so anti in the matter it cuts all of me
i can breathe again
but love will slash my tires
this old guitar has seen to many lines
but i can't play
my fingers are too bloodied up from
the knives so sharp
they kept me too long

diagnosis
prognosis
let the tears roll
off the tip of words so poisonous
diagnosis
prognosis
it's the way we live in fear
of the man who gives me grins
he fills me hands
and fills the mind with dreams so vivid
just give me a
diagnosis

it's just a bad dream
wake up in a sweat
tears falling
still tied down to this old bed post
pads fill up my dreams
can't be saved
no way can i be saved my love