Texty: Disco Biscuits. Therapy.

Brand new car, VCR, just got back from the ice cream store
American dream, a television screen and a Commodore 64

Two step mothers, and three half brothers, and another one is on the way
You play Donkey Kong and the night goes on but you never eat dinner with dad

Try to have fun, coma eight coma one see the video screen, never see the sun
Never play ball in the early fall, cause your old man never runs

You know he tries and he always comes by,
forty seven minutes late but its not a surprise
You get in the car and you hope you don't talk
but you love the warm look in his eyes

You can always go for help
I know a doctor right downtown
You can always talk to me
I know a doctor you should see
And we can always talk it out
And there's a doctor in the house
You should always talk to me
You can always talk to me

Sit the back of the chair every Monday night
Try not to let him notice that you just got high

You dropped visine, look straight ahead
You wished you could have talked to your dad instead

You talk about drugs, you talk about sex
And they give you some paper with a Med RX

Crumple it up and walked out the door
And you tossed that shit on the floor

You can always go for help
I know a doctor right downtown
You can always talk to me
I know a doctor you should see
And we can always talk it out
And there's a doctor in the house
You should always talk to me
You can always talk to me

You can always talk to me
You can always talk to me
You can always talk to me
There's a doctor you should see