Lirieke: Dirty Pretty Things. Doctors And Dealers.

I don't believe in anything
They tell me's set in stone
They say that were together
But I'm sat here on my own

In the company of strangers
This trigger happy scene
Well, if a heart do like a hind
Then there is nothing in between

Oh no, no, I don't mind
Oh no, no, I don't mind

'Cause I can call someone to bring the fight on
(The doctors and the dealers)
Get someone to shed some light on
(Miracle cure, soul stealers)

Crack pot quacks with cracked up egos
(Prescribing old placebos)
Collecting junk that we don't need, no

I see them now and then
Still spitting out those lies
Strange it doesn't bother me
I've got my own disguise

And there's really not that much of me
For Jesus left to save
If savings only bartering
My soul can be his pay

Oh no, no, I don't mind
Oh no, no, I don't mind

'Cause I can call someone to bring the fight on
(The doctors and the dealers)
Yes, someone to shed some light on
(Miracle cure soul stealers)

Crack pot quacks with cracked up egos
(Prescribing old placebos)
Collecting junk that we don't need, no

You got the ball
I was lucky to get the chain
But now I have to watch the crowds
Haphazardly chasing down the drain

So what does it do?
Nothing for me
What about you?

The doctors and the dealers
The doctors and the dealers
The doctors and the dealers

They come to you
They come to me
They come in droves
Oh, one, two, three

They come to you
They come to me
They come in droves
Oh, one, two, three

They come to you
They come to me
They come in droves
Oh, one, two, three

They come to you
Oh, they come to me
They come in droves
Oh, one, two, three

They come to me