One Four Five

Listen doctor I have pain that grows inside myself

Shelf me please, I just can’t ease the pain, I need some drugs to help

Ah pollution fills my lungs and convolution fills my mind

Ah my legs do ache, I contemplate that living’s less than fine

My spine does tingle when I think of being freed from this curse

But what is worse I feel life is a bubble blown until it’s burst

Oh doctor I am desperate to get rid of this feeling

Oh doctor I am desperate for some good soul healing

The doctor turned and gave a grin and reached into his bag

But instead of an injection got a record with a tag

That said listen to this daily with hip shaking and such things

Then he puts the record in grabs a mic and starts to sing

You need some –

One four five

To make you high to make you high

To make you high to make you high

When heaven falling from the sky

To make you high to make you high

Doctor I am feeling better, what was that you sang?

Did you write it or recite it or just steal it from a band?

Ah my bones are feeling stronger and my spirit’s feeling fresh

Ah that dose of 145 has put the life back in my breath

‘yes yes yes’ the doctor said then he sat me down and say

‘young man don’t think I wrote these chords,

they’re written in your brain’

and when you hear them there’s a shakedown that begins within the mind

‘Cause these three chords make people feeling better all the time ah

They keep repeating like a scratch on a cd

But it’s quality ‘cause these three harmonies breed positivity

Protecting against insanity of modern insecurities

Believe me when I tell you all you need is to be hearing all that

One four five

To make you high to make you high

To make you high to make you high

When they said what and you said why

To make you high to make you high

The doctor turned and gave a grin and reached into his bag

But instead of an injection got a record with a tag

That said listen to this daily with hip shaking and such things

Then he puts the record in grabs a mic and starts to sing

You need some –

One four five

To make you high to make you high

When you could not count to pi

When you’re told you can’t fly

To make you high to make you high

Times like these you need some

One four five