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Doctor, Doctor, can you cure me?A little pill, something to assure meI'm gonna feel better when I walk out your door(He said) Son, son, son, I knowWhat your're needin'Your body is fine, it's your soul that's bleedin'I got the same disease,Ain't nobody yet found the cureIf you find it, bottle it, you'll be a rich man for sureThis ain't no joke (oh no!)Gotta know how to bendIf you don't wanna get broke (oh no!)Keep your peace in the Big Bad GameYou know you gotta go a little loco to stay saneGeneral, General, I gotta ask itGot a new uniform, do I get a casketAnd a one-way ticketOr do I have a way back home?Son, son, son, that's a good questionAin't got an answer, just a suggestionJoin up, find outAnd hope you ain't accident proneEven in the very best companyWe're always aloneLetras de cancionesMore I dig in, the deeper the holeCome off the rails when I get on a rollHangman's tyin' a noose on the lineKeep a couple screws loose, you'll be fineFortuneteller lady, what do you see?Are there swerves and curvesIn the road up ahead of meWill I die rich or poor, lose my mind,Or come to some sour end?Son, son, son, step into my boothYou look like a nice young man,So I'll tell you the truthIt's a secret, boy,So don'tcha tell any of your friendsI never saw the end of no story'Cause no story ever endsThis ain't no joke (oh no!)Gotta know how to bendIf you don't wanna get broke (oh no!)Keep your peace in the Big Bad GameYou know you gotta go a little loco to stay saneThis ain't no joke (oh no!)Gotta know how to bendIf you don't wanna get broke (oh no!)Keep your peace in the Big Bad GameYou know you gotta go a little loco to stay sane From Letras Mania