Текст: Mountain Goats, The. The Bad Doctor.

if you were anywhere near his door

you saw it swing open and you heard the moon roar

trying to yank herself right out of her orbit

the whole natural world,

painted red, just like a target



it was a cold dark day

with low clouds standing in the way

and the stars jockeying for position

on the slow thick morning of the death-dealing physician

(oh yeah) x4



and you could feel his features in the air

a wide smile and perfect hair

he had complete control of the rising tides

and a medicine bag hanging at his side



it was a cold dark day

with low clouds standing in the way

and the stars jockeying for position

in the flowing blue world of the death-dealing physician

(oh yeah) x4



and the rain came down liike water from a faucet

i saw him at the crossroads, but i never saw him cross it,

one minute he was on this side,

and the next he was be over on the other.

so went his rounds, one sad patient after another.



it was a cold dark day

with low clouds standing in the way

and the stars jockeying for position

in the crushed velvet world of the death-dealing physician

(oh yeah) x4

it was a cold dark day

with low clouds standing in the way

and the stars jockeying for position

in the impossibly large office of the death-dealing physician

(oh yeah) x4