Waiting for the doctor The radio is on Elevator music Filters all gone Old an young Sitting in line Waiting for the righteous The unbent spine Try to block it out But the volume's too loud Feel like I'm a product Made in the shroud Dying every minute Dying like a fool Dying to the rhytm of The democratic rule Can we ask for more? (Yes, we can, yes, we can) It's torture behind the door I hope to live again another day And I'll aim for the silence if I can Cause I'm not a make-over man Twenty years of schooling going down the drain The waiting room is prepped for the easy or the insane The weak and the weaker Shakin' it up While you are sitting but smart On your mountain top ... schemes are scattered everywhere I used to be sick, but now I'm dying here My soul is beaten too a bloody pawn While you conduct the soul to have it's dying dome Can we ask for more? (Yes, we can, yes, we can) It's torture behind the door I hope to live again another day And I'll aim for the silence if I can Cause I'm not a make-over man I'm not a make-over man I'm not a make-oover man