Ballad Of A Thin Doc (after Bob Dylan's 'Ballad Of A Thin Man')
You walk into the room
With your scalpel in your hand
You see some dying Mixer
And you say, "Who is that chum?"
You try so hard
But you can't save the man
Blood still washes off
When you get done
Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Doctor Johns?
You wear Xo5
A Judge asks, "Is this weapon yours?"
And somebody points to you and says
"It's his"
And you say, "What's mine?"
And some immigrant says, "Where what is?"
And you say, "Oh my God,
I'll have to kill you all."
Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Doctor Johns?
You don't head into the light
And wake up in a tank
That immediately chats you up
When it hears you speak
And says, "How does it feel
To be such a freak?"
And you say, "Impossible"
As it decants your clone
Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Doctor Johns?
You have many contacts
Among the joes and pimps
To get you facts
When someone attacks your reputation
But nobody has any respect
Anyway they already expect you
To just give a check-up
To patch them freely when they bloody Fuller Medical
You've crewed with the Banished
And they've all liked your skills
With great Judges you have
Discussed fixers and thieves
You've been through all of
The Red Dispatch's feeds
You're very well read
It's well known
Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Doctor Johns?
Well, that Lucky Lady, she comes up to you
And then she smiles
She crosses her guns
And then she clicks her high-top shoes
And without further notice
She asks you how it feels
And she says, "We got my man back
Let's head into the Dome"
Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Doctor Johns?
Now you see this armored midget
Shouting the word "CLEAR"
And you say, "For what reason?"
And he says, "BEER?"
And you say, "What does this mean?"
And he screams back, "You're a doc
Make me some flash
Or else go home"
Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Doctor Johns?
Well, you walk into the Park
Like a Mixer and then you frown
You slide goggles from your sockets
Put your holsters on the ground
Keeping low from the Law
Don't want them comin' around
You should be made
To wear mag-cuffs
Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Doctor Johns?
(Edited by Grim at 9:47 am on May 8, 2007)
