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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, doctor? |
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Can you see the real me, doctor, oh 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, mother? |
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Can you see the real me, mother, oh mother? |
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Can you see? Can you see? Can you see the real me? |
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Can you see? Can you see the real me, the real me, the real me? |
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The cracks between the paving stones |
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Like rivers of flowing veins |
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Strange people who know me |
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Peep 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, can you? |
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Can you see the real me, can you? Oh yeah |
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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, preacher? |
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Can you see the real me, preacher? |
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Can you see? Can you see? Can you see? |
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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? |
