This is the next song in the album about demon/spirit/other-entity possession. Timmy and Bobby are all worried and don't know what to do because I'm acting so funny. They wonder if seeing a psychologist, or a something-else-ologist, or getting medication would be a good idear at this point. I got all worried, in real life, that the melody of this song already existed (I got it from a dream a few days ago), so I speak to that, too.
The lyrics are:She needs help, we don't know what to do
Is this Hell? It burns her, through and through
Did she sin? Was it a past life?
Drinking gin, her feelings fill with strife
Wait, does she need a psychologist inside her head?
Or a something-else-ologist, with a good med?
With medication that will make her feel right again
Inside a patient-waiting, we will sit with our friend
She is talking like a demon inside of a den
We are worried because she's undone, and she's our friend
What all will it take for her to sing again?
She's in a fiery lake, and we want her to mend
Wait, does this song already exist?
Am I just a singing plagiarist?
If it's true, then I apologize
For this careless, stupid oversite
Our friend, she is feeling distressed, and we want to do whatever would be best
Our friend, she is stuck in the mire, and she keeps on talking about a big fire
Or friend, we want her to be well, but we do not know how to get her out of Hell
Or friend, she is acting all weird, and we wonder if she'd do good with some beer
Here's another player-thingy, in case the one above doesn't work with your portable electronic device:
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