Doctor in the house
He forgot he left the building
Ages ago without his stethoscope
He couldn't remember the rights and wrongs
He wanted to make his footprints
He knew the concrete walls would fall
In words published to the general public
He could feel he make it on his own
In the RCI he claimed he couldn't remember
How could he know the past of many decades ago?
Without his stethoscope he couldn't tell....
So he could be trying to imprint his signature
Corporations will buy his book
The companies chairmen and CEOs owing him that
The people will buy the book
They wanted to know what rights and wrongs
For me he played the game
The divide and rule mantra of colonial past
He knew he could put down the race
So he could taste his power and his way
Doctor in the house
Puppets of comedy stringing by a master
Dancing all to his tunes and vision
Now tremors cracking the walls
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