Amateur Transplants - Psychiatry lyrics

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Amateur Transplants - Psychiatry lyrics

You just can't go to sleep until you've cleaned the kitchen And then you spend an hour locking every door Everything you own is in alphabetical order You're terrified of germs and scrub your hands red raw But now you've come for help and I shall be your saviour Coz I have got a name for your irrational behaviour OCD, OCD, OCD, you have OCD Did you turn the gas off maybe you should go and see