From the recording Little Town
Written by Paul Shoul & Paul Hartshorne
Lyrics
TREATMENT ROOM
Don’t struggle, stay still, make sure he swallows that pill
Get your head in the vice, don’t make me ask you twice
In an effort to revive you, we really must deprive you
Of a little teeny sliver of your brain
Welcome to the Treatment Room
Walls covered with excretement room
We’ll make sure you’re totally behaved
You can scream if you want to, ain’t nobody gonna hear you
Might as well try to be a friend of mine and I’ll get it over in a minute’s time
We’ll prod you in the belly and cover you with jelly
Shock you till you look like Caesar’s Ghost
Welcome to the Treatment Room
Just relax, your time’s up soon
Only remember what you fear the most
Please don’ hurt me, please don’t hurt me, this is the only me I have
You burned my head, you burned my head, Please stop! You burned my head
We’ll prod you in the belly and cover you with jelly
Shock you till you look like Caesar’s Ghost
Welcome to the Treatment Room
Just relax, your time’s up soon
Only remember what you fear the most
In the Treatment Room, the Piece of Meatment Room