Lyrics
Don't admit you're sick
Let your fit body bury it
The faintness that you feel is nothing permanent
Don't buy the sickness on TV
You want the health, they want the fee
You see the adds and start to think, "I feel it coming on."
No no target market television
Telephonevangelism
Symptom finger
I'm gonna shut it off
Gonna down all the power
I'm a doctor today
I'm curing viewers by thousands
Don't admit you're sick
Let your fit body bury it
The faintness that you feel is nothing permanent
You open up and let them in
It's nothing conscious
What is this?
I feel a burning in my eye
It's from the television lights
Slow slow it down, wait, now decide
Okay, I'm gonna shut it off
Down all the power
I'm a doctor today
I'm curing viewers by thousands
Do you have to get the shit they sell?
The pills that fix the way you feel
Now that they've shown you what to get
You feel it coming on
Low, low, lowdown high paid
Primetime capsule maker
Sickness lover
I'm gonna shut if off
Down all the power
I'm a doctor today
I'm curing viewers by thousands
WRITERS
CLARK BAECHLE, JACOB THIELE, JOEL PETERSEN, MICHAEL DAPPEN, TODD BEACHLE
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
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