Your psycho babble is so alien to me
And I don't understand your psychotherapy
I don't want your conversation, I don't need no explanation
When you spout your blah, blah, blah and your cod philosophy
And the things you say give it all away
And the things you do all betray that you
You're a headshrinker
My signed Bukowski, you sold behind my back
And undermining is your chosen mode of attack
I don't want your measured excuse, I don't need cerebral abuse
You know I know the truth and the truth is you're a quack
And the things you preach are all in breach
Red flags are raised, sets me ablaze
And the things you say give it all away
And the things you do all betray that you
You're a headshrinker
And the things you preach are all in breach
Red flags are raised, sets me ablaze
And the things you say give it all away
And the things you do all betray that you
You're a headshrinker, headshrinker
Headshrinker, you're a headshrinker
