Emergency Call - Matt Costa

Skin’s turning green, eyes are turning yellow

The Doctor stays rich because I’m a sickly fellow

Got the hypochondriac blues

I need your medicine to soothe

Creams and pills they’ve got nothing on you

Well call me the Doctor and give me the cure

Easily obsess on an open sore

Doctor, Doctor, can’t get no relief

This losing sleep is misery

Won’t you come and rescue me?

Spent the last week in my bed started feeling symptoms

My pshychiatrist fills me up with a new prescription

Tell me where I went wrong

It felt too good for too long

Honey you got the remedy for me

Well Doctor Doctor can’t get no relief

And this loosing sleep is misery

Well call me the Doctor and give me the cure

Easily obsess on an open sore

I don’t want to be sick no more

My heart’s made of glass mama don’t you break it

I knew that I made a mistake when I let you take it

Now this is pain only for you

I need your medicine to soothe

Creams and pills they’ve dont nothing on you

Well call me the doctor and give me the cure

But come back mama I’m feeling withdrawal

Please take my emergency call

How long must I wait held up in depression?

I tried to erase my past, to make a good impression

But my broken horn’s lost the tune

And only shattered mirrors fill my room

Fell for you and only got me down

Well Doctor Doctor come give me the cure

Easily obsess on an open sore

Doctor Doctor can’t get no relief

This losing sleep is misery

Won’t you come and rescue me?