Doctors & Dealers - Dirty Pretty Things

I don’t believe in anything 
They tell me’s set in stone 
They say that were together 
But I’m sat here on my own 
In the company of strangers 
This trigger happy scene 
Well if a heart do like a hind 
Then there is nothing in-between 
Oh no, no I don’t mind 
Oh no, no I don’t mind 
Cause I can call someone to bring the fight on 
(the doctors and the dealers) 
Get someone to shed some light on 
(miracle cure, soul stealers) 
Crack pot quacks with cracked up egos 
(prescribing old placebos) 
Collecting junk that we dont need, no 
I see them now and then 
Still spitting out those lies 
Strange it doesn’t bother me 
I’ve got my own disguise 
And there’s really not that much of me 
For Jesus left to save 
If savings only bartering 
My soul can be his pay 
Oh no, no I dont mind 
Oh no, no I dont mind 
Cause I can call someone to bring the fight on 
(the doctors and the dealers) 
Yes someone to shed some light on 
(miracle cure soul stealers) 
Crack pot quacks with cracked up egos 
(prescribing old placebos) 
Collecting junk that we dont need, no 
You got the ball 
I was lucky to get the chain 
But now I have to watch the crowds 
Haphazardly chasing down the drain 
So what does it do? 
Nothing for me 
What about you? 
The doctors and the dealers 
The doctors and the dealers 
The doctors and the dealers 
They come to you 
They come to me 
They come in droves 
Oh one two three 
They come to you 
they come to me 
They come in droves 
Oh one two three 
They come to you 
they come to me 
They come in droves 
Oh one two three 
They come to you 
Oh they come to me 
They come in droves 
Oh one two three 
They come to me