Your psychobabble is so alien to me and I don't understand your pyschotherapy 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 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
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