Waiting List (DJ Shadow/Automator Mix)

Lyrics

[Verse 1] You enter, step in the room four-o-five My over compressed thoughts and waves make you get live You are the patient, and I – your black doctor Medical bills, insurance, cash in the ceiling Dioxalyn fingerprints here ever since 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 gotta cut off your ear, first behind your neck Rip out the stomach, and open rectums to dissect Shine the light inside, roaches crawling in your throat I don't have tools, my hammer's dull, my drill is broke [Hook] I'm the doctor You wait on the waiting list Patients been here since this morning I dismiss *scratched* 'The doc.. the doc..' I'm the doctor You wait on the waiting list Patients been here since this morning I dismiss *scratched* 'The doc.. the doc..' [Verse 2] Watching people vomit green, my potent, my list of pills My office in Burbank, I hide the bodies in Beverley Hills Seeking Kimbles and bits, a girl with small tits Talking to herself, her dog, and having rabid fits Green fly soup is on the way from the kitchen, troop Looking at TB tuberculous on the window post Ten dead dogs, a brown fox in the comatose With no reps, I put more needles in they kneecaps Some primitive screws in mind, yes and perhaps A little sprinkle of Clorox in their vocal box Some Pepto-Bismol, Pepsi-Cola, pack of Pop Rocks Mix it all together with bugs to change the weather You be coughing blue, with eyes like Mr. Magoo Straight up cartoon, you're bound to fall out real soon [Hook] I'm the doctor You wait on the waiting list Patients been here since this morning I dismiss *scratched* 'The doc.. the doc..' I'm the doctor You wait on the waiting list Patients been here since this morning I dismiss *scratched* 'The doc.. the doc..' [Verse 3] As you come in the bright, you ride the orange ambulance Look at windows repel, see the mental patients dance Doin' six and seven, steps ladies yells dance Upside, downside, the wall flyin' through the hall Mr. Reeves/Mysteries with yellow bees they fly, sting your face You out there bumps, caught up with an acne case Plastic surgery, your lawyer now refer to me Giving you sketches, exquisive pictures of the gill man What's the matter, are you happy? Nah, you're ill man Standin' back, you choose a ticket My spiritual laws of vitamins will turn your face wicked You're invited to ride the glide to your homicide [Hook] I'm the doctor You wait on the waiting list Patients been here since this morning I dismiss *scratched* 'The doc.. the doc..' I'm the doctor You wait on the waiting list Patients been here since this morning I dismiss *scratched* 'The doc.. the doc..'