Goldie Lookin Chain: Professor Doppleganger

My name is professor doppleganger and i am here to unlock the secrets of your mind, to discover why you really are the psychotic trauma case that we have been told you are by the authorities, you will lie down on the couch and listen to my voice, i will count down from ten,On one you will be asleep, ten......nine.....eight......you are feeling drowsy........seven......six.........you are falling into a deep, erotic sleep.......five............four.......your eyes are becoming heavier and heavier........you are getting closer......two......one......you are asleepYour self conscious mind is opening up to the power of my suggestion, you are feeling completely relaxed, listen to my voice, i will guide you, tell me of the first time you committed an atrocity? what was the turning point? when did you realize you were different from the other boys?What does it mean, at the age of thirteenTo stuff the kids next door in the washing machine?Switch it to spin, stand back and laughThen hang 'em by their nuts from a telegraph--pole, german, swedish, french and dutch tooThe voices have been calling me eggsie since '82It's not my fault, i can't be to blameIt's the voices in my head calling out my fukin' nameYou claim to be the embodiment of several different personas, each one seemingly more confusing and profound, search within your mind, who am i talking to now?Hi, rennie-la-lou, a new member of the crew,On the doctors couch for all the bad things that i doYou mighta heard it on the south west newsBusted by the police for shagging monkeys in the zoosOn the tv, but i walked away freeOn the grounds of being mental since the age of threeYou also talk of another character called chon ben wa ballsFuk you, searchin' my pastIf you step to me, the next breath is your lastYou wanna hypnotize, get behind my eyesIf you delve any further then you're in for a surpriseI like doing things that cause pain and distressAlone in the house, i'll make your mother undressYou'll never break me or take me aliveYou got more chance of fukin' princess diAfter intensive hypnotic regression i have reached no solid conclusion, doctor gob-shite, you hold the destiny of the test subject in your hand, what is your opinion? are they to be punished?Mmm, let me ponder and let me thinkThese boys, they like to smoke and they like to fight and drinkTheir depravity defies the very gravityOf the the situation in which their minds revolve or so i thinkWell doc, what's the prognosis?They said they'd find a cure if i went and did hypnosisThey find the root of my fukin' psychosisMake me realize that my cause was hopelessI fall asleep and questions they askLike, 'let's take it back, back to your past'I see the faces of the people i've knownIt's like something out the fukin' twilight zoneThen i feel it, it starts to come nearThe root of all my evil - draw, fags and beerWe are beginning to break into the un-subconcious mind to find out the real truth behind the goldie lookin' chain