The Taxpayers - The Carriage Town Clinic

Wet paint, cold tiles, white bed
Bright fluorescent lights like
Diamonds like scalpels
Like the doctors in the
Hallway there my keeper
In his white coat at the doorway
My little clear plastic cup

Look at the faces
Look at the faces as they walk down
The hall to the small common room
Look at Alex in his bathrobe
Crying and rocking back and
Forth on the ground
He's crazy fucking batshit but he's
Alright in small doses
My fingers now trembling like earthquakes

Now the people start appearing and
The room starts filling with
Flies that blot out the
Diamonds on the ceiling
And the walls all breaking their
Mouths now gnashing, now biting
And screaming
Thick flesh in their mouths coming
Out without a sound

My keeper in his white coat at the doorway
My little clear plastic cup
He asks me with a smile
"What's the score today
Champ?" before the lights go out at night

My people are coming to get me
My people are coming to release me
My people, they are coming
They are coming to get me
My people will come to release me

Written by:
ALEXANDER BEKUHRS, ANDREW LINK, KEVIN LURKINS, NASRENE KORDANI, NOAH PHILLIPS, ROBERT MORTON

Publisher:
Lyrics © Songtrust Ave

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