Dr. Livingston

Lyrics

Dr. Livingston, I presume Are you the harbinger, the harbinger of doom I need insurance for my optimism What if something happens, I'd never find my mind Deep inside the mausoleum How do I find my way inside this time Swiss bank account, tastes really sweet Extradition is, the thing to beat I need insurance for my optimism What if something happens, I'd never find my mind Deep inside the mausoleum How do I find my way inside this time Invisible men (x2), is all I see How do you sleep (x2), what drugs do you need I need a quick-fix for my superstition What if something happens, I'd never find my mind Deep inside the mausoleum How do I find my way inside this time (x7)