The Piper At The Gates Of Dawn 1967

Take Up Thy Stethoscope And Walk

Doctor, doctor 
I'm in bed, aching head 
Gold is red, choke 
I'm red I'm the bread, gold is red 
Jesus bled, pain is red 
Dark room 

Oh no

Breeze is slow, you are slow 
Chill grow 
Feeling seems to melt the brain 
Seems to cause a painful brain 
Doctor kindly tell your wife 
That I'm alive 
Flowers thrive 
Realize realize 
Realize