Saw the ad in the back of a magazine Saying I'll fix you up Something in the eyes of the man on the page In a lab coat and latex gloves I felt it looked through me I felt like someone else I walked down to go find him I walked down to go find his help Doctor can you help me Can you fix my head Doctor can you help me I need a new prescription No one can get between You and your suffering In the neon lights and electric chairs I find my seat between a rose and a rubber tree I'm in debt, I can't sleep, I've got guilt, I can't breathe Give me everything you've got Come in, the doctor's waiting Waiting to fix you up Are you ready to be someone else, now? Are you ready to give up? Doctor can you help me Can you fix my head Doctor can you help me I need a new prescription Doctor can you help me Can you fix my head Doctor can you help me I need you No one can get between You and your suffering