Letra Doctor (the memory-preserving box) Ball Park Music

Doctor (the memory-preserving box)

Mother called me, told me no lies, and said, "come home, son"
Doctor tell me, what is my problem, maybe I've got none

I appreciate your concern but you gotta keep me up on the town
Zed keeps calling, calling me back, making more mess there

And I leave home in huge fits of rage and you keep crying
Said, Doctor, tell me am I short of cheer or is it her that needs fixing?

A remedy, a remedy, I need a magic potion

Mother called me, told me no lies, and said, "come home, son"
Doctor tell me, what is my problem, maybe I've got none
Ooh...

Father told me how to change a tyre and how to tie my shoes up tight
He instructed everywhere productive, every day and every night

Another time I pray to God and he preys on my failures
Cause I can hardly call the things I can say, something about another ?
("Can you just put 'em here, son?")

A remedy, a remedy, I need a magic potion

Cause Mother called me, and told me no lies, and said, "come home, son"
Doctor tell me, what is my problem, maybe you've got none

And could you tell me what do I need?
Give me something interesting, I'll do it please
Give me some instructions, one two and three
Give me something real to touch, give me something real

Mother called me, told me no lies, and said, "come home, son"
Doctor tell me, what is my problem, maybe I've got none
Ooh...