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I went back to the doctor |
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To get another shrink. |
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I sit and tell him about my weekend, |
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But he never betrays what he thinks. |
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Can you see the real me, doctor? |
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I went back to my mother |
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I said, 'I'm crazy ma, help me.' |
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She said, 'I know how it feels son, |
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'Cause it runs in the family.' |
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Can you see the real me, mother? |
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The cracks between the paving stones |
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Look like rivers of flowing veins. |
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Strange people who know me |
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Peeping from behind every window pane. |
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The girl I used to love |
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Lives in this yellow house. |
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Yesterday she passed me by, |
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She doesn't want to know me now. |
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Can you see the real me, can you? |
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I ended up with the preacher, |
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Full of lies and hate, |
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I seemed to scare him a little |
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So he showed me to the golden gate. |
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Can you see the real me preacher? |
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Can you see the real me doctor? |
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Can you see the real me mother? |
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Can you see the real me? |
