Doctor in the house
by Steven Clotzman
Is it me or is the room sort of spinning?
It’s hard to tell if I’m losing or winning
I get up in the morning only to be pushed to the floor
By afternoon it's not any clearer
I see my daddy’s face in the mirror
You might be fighting me now, he says, but some this will be your war
Now I’m not one to worry about a game of cat and mouse
There’s no hurry but is there a doctor in the house?
Now I don’t care that my body’s in ruin
And I wouldn’t mind the work that I’m doing
If wasn’t so Goddamn hard just to cut through the fog
I see the girls and all that they’re showing
To anyone who is coming or going
They say practice makes perfect and I should stick to walking the dog
Still I keep rehearsing for what’s under that blouse
Oh, Lord have mercy, is there a doctor in the house?
Wake up Cindy. Let it go Joe
If you got a better idea it’s time to let me know
Now I was raised to be something better
And always follow the law to the letter
And taught to be sorry for things I haven’t even done
So when I see a billion blank faces
And low standards in the highest of places
I know it’s probably for the best I don’t own a gun
Okay I’m weary, but does that make me a louse?
Just one more query, is there a doctor in the house?
If I’m not bleeding and it’s too early to get soused
Who knows what I’m needing? Is there a doctor in the house?