Got a headful of thoughts all locked away.
Took me years to recognise
A life is too long to stay imprisoned.

Got a heartful of feelings all buried deep.
I find them hard to vocalise,
Word are so very cheap and nasty,

And I have got to medicate myself.
I have got to medicate myself.

Called the doctor, he said I should take some pills.
I told him that I’ve had enough,
He wrote the prescription still, I’m helpless.

Went out on the town on a three day binge
And spent my weekend feeling rough.
I’m leading this life of sin, I’m selfish,

So book me with a therapist.
Book me with a therapist.

Got taken by beings from outer space
To find how we operate.
They left without a trace – just me in a wheat field.

Took a lungful of air and it tasted nice,
Started to obliterate
Accumulated vice and suffering,

And I have got to medicate myself.
I have got to medicate myself.