Numbers are, as numbers were, to shout along grey corridors
He sits aloof and shouts at all regarding whom he has no call
To view alone, judge by sight with no compassion no delight
In jobs well done, patients saved, just sent another to his grave.
Doctor, doctor, please come quick, I'm tired of living I feel so sick.Comrades are as comrades were, who sleep in slimy corridors,
They stand alone, no voice at all, will no-one choose to hear their call?
They live in darkness, we in light. Stands the darkness lost to sight.
Grieve for the children, feel their loss, for theirs is the payment but ours the cost.
Doctor, doctor, heal my soul, I feel so tired, I feel so old.Reason fails and seasons know where the reaping wind shall blow
Stand alone and stand aghast: the works they do are soon recast
As works of good, works of old, shield their memories from cold.
Antiquity, come be my bride! Deep in the past our fears we'll hide.
Doctor, doctor, where are you now? Can you delay my fateful hour?From the south a cruel wind comes to rattle sabres. Oil drums
Cart black gold from out the ground. Where now stands this steel-wrought town?
Lost to men with gold to hand! Will we ever understand
Who shall work and who shall rot, who shall have and who shall not?
Doctor, doctor, take my hand, doctor, doctor heal this land.In this place a town once grew, work in plenty much to do,
Wheat and barley, rue and thyme. Come, my friend, what's yours is mine.
First they came, but now they go leaving hearts where hope won't grow.
Who shall work this wasted soil, break their lives in worthless toil?
Doctor, doctor, heal my mind. I'm scared to look; what if I find?Those who may seek bloody gain. They would know sweet joy again
For minutes, piled on minutes, high, looking always to the sky
To planets sought but rarely found 'til coal we form beneath the ground,
Oil our blood, as was foretold by Gabriel in years of old.
Doctor, doctor, our malady, doctor, doctor, can you see?Numbers add and multiply now we wave the long goodbye,
Looking back on hopes and dreams through the mindful eye unseen
To sunny days and joyful laughter, back to childhood days long past,
Til at last we learn the score: embrace your life and dream no more.
Doctor doctor ready your pills, time is the doctor for all your ills.
