You enter, step in the room, four or five My over-compressed thoughts and waves make you get live, you are the patient And I, your black doctor, medical bill insurance Cast in the ceiling, the oxaline fingerprints here effervescent I got my white suit pressed, out the cleaners X-ray shades with hard shoes and some razor blades Who's the brother that's sick and needs the operation? Bullets removed from your head, grand central station I got the cut off your ear, birth behind your neck Rip out your stomach and open rectums to dissect Shine the light inside roses crawling in your throat I don't have tools, my hammer's gone, my driller's broke I'm the doctor, you wait on the waiting list Patients been here since this morning, I dismiss I'm the doctor, you wait on the waiting list Patients been here since this morning, I dismiss Watching people vomit green, my poet, my list of pills My office in Burbank, I hide their bodies in Beverly Hills Seeking Kimball's and Bits, a girl with small tits Talking to herself, her dog, and having rabbit fits Green fly, soup is on the way from the kitchen troupe Looking at TV, tuberculosis on the winter pulse Ten dead dogs, a brown fox, and a comatose With no racks, I put more needles in their kneecaps Some primitive screws in mine, yes, and perhaps A little shriek of chlorides in their vocal box And Pepto-Bismol, Pepsi, Cola, pack of Pop Rocks Mix it all together with bugs to change the weather You be coughing through with eyes like Mr. Magoo Straight up cartoon, you're bound to fall out real soon I'm the doctor, you wait on the waiting list Patients been here since this morning, I dismiss I'm the doctor, you wait on the waiting list Patients been here since this morning, I dismiss As you come in the bright, you ride the orange Ambulance Looking windows of hell, see the mental patients dance Doing six and seven steps, latest jail's dance Upside, downside, the war flying through the hall Mr. B's and yellow B's and fives in your face You out there with bums caught up Woofer acne case, plastic surgery Your lawyer not refer to me Giving you sketches and squizzing pictures of the Gilman What's the matter, are you happy? Now you're ill, man Standing back, you choose a ticket My spiritual laws are vitamins That turn your face wicked You invited to ride the glide to your homicide I'm the doctor, you wait on the waiting list Patients been here since this morning, I dismiss I'm the doctor, you wait on the waiting list Patients been here since this morning, I dismiss I'm the doctor, you wait on the waiting list Patients been here since this morning, I dismiss I'm the doctor, you wait on the waiting list Patients been here since this morning, I dismiss I'm the doctor, you wait on the waiting list Patients been here since this morning, I dismiss