Doctors & Dealers - Dirty Pretty Things

I don’t believe in anything

They tell me’s set in stone

They say that we’re together

But I’m sat here on my own

In the company of strangers

This trigger happy scene

Well, if a heart do like a hind

Then there is nothing in between

Oh no, no, I don’t mind

Oh no, no, I don’t mind

'Cause I can call someone to bring the fight on

(The doctors and the dealers)

Get someone to shed some light on

(Miracle cure, soul stealers)

Crack pot quacks with cracked up egos

(Prescribing old placebos)

Collecting junk that we don’t need, no

I see them now and then

Still spitting out those lies

Strange it doesn’t bother me

I’ve got my own disguise

And there’s really not that much of me

For Jesus left to save

If savings only bartering

My soul can be his pay

Oh no, no, I don’t mind

Oh no, no, I don’t mind

'Cause I can call someone to bring the fight on

(The doctors and the dealers)

Yes, someone to shed some light on

(Miracle cure soul stealers)

Crack pot quacks with cracked up egos

(Prescribing old placebos)

Collecting junk that we don’t need, no

You got the ball

I was lucky to get the chain

But now I have to watch the crowds

Haphazardly chasing down the drain

So what does it do?

Nothing for me

What about you?

The doctors and the dealers

The doctors and the dealers

The doctors and the dealers

They come to you

They come to me

They come in droves

Oh, one, two, three

They come to you

They come to me

They come in droves

Oh, one, two, three

They come to you

They come to me

They come in droves

Oh, one, two, three

They come to you

Oh, they come to me

They come in droves

Oh, one, two, three

They come to me