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Dr. K
Prozac attack, feeling whacked, my damned boss won't gimme no slack, disconnected phone, didn't get that loan seems like everything's going wrong unemployed flat broke, outta luck, ain't got no hope. When it seems like it ain't no way call up the doc he'll be with you right away You think your life is tough (call Kevorkian) you think your life is tough (call Kevorkian) you think you're out of luck when you're had enough Need some xanax, want some pills, 'cause I don't like the way I feel can't sleep at night, can't get no rest, I want the grim reaper as my guest! Missed my bus, missed my plane, life seems like a constant pain think it's bad could be worse, call the doc up he'll pick you up in a hearse. From Letras Mania