The Doctor Is Not In

Let’s get one thing straight, dear Let’s give the Devil his due The clouds are conspired against us The Revolutionaries hate us, too There’s no room at the foot of the mountain Only the sordid survive Youth only drowns in a fountain Only wasted memories thrive Did you ever hear the one about The doctor with no patience Don’t leave me locked here in this lab With my hideous creations You pay the price for your concealment So hidebound and subdued If I knew where childhood’s zeal went, I’d be in a better mood But now the autopsy is finished No hope for the organs at all And no trace of the heart’s existence But for the splatter on the wall Did you ever hear the one about There under the sweltering lights Time is a play of dimension I know you’re up to your arms in gore But I was hoping for an extension I was hoping for a life-extension.