Doctor from Suitin' Up by Tino Drima

I built this city on rock and roll

And it’s burning to the ground

You had it your way

But heal me doctor doctor

Change is coming

It happens every day



Such destruction

Locked away

Oh dysfunction

It happens every day

I cut lines in and out of the bathroom

send your health in my direction please



It’s so much darker

In a world without true love

I cry my eyes out

For a dream

I heard out loud

My motor’s running

Is my engine sound ?

In a word I’m bound



It ain’t working baby

Guess it never really was

It ain’t working baby

Guess it never really does

It ain’t working

Though the people in my pocket

Got me thinking that it was

It ain’t working baby

Guess it never really does

• Rock
• art pop
• doo-wop
• garage
• Los Angeles