Death
Gasoline Lollipops Lyrics

Hey there Mr. P.H.D. my pain is a mystery
The singer is in pain but cannot identify the source, seeking help from a doctor.

Can you use your therapy to tell me what is wrong with me?
The singer wants a diagnosis from the doctor's therapy.

Well now son, I need to know a little bit more about you so,
The doctor requires more information about the patient before offering a diagnosis.

Sit right there if you would
The doctor invites the artist to sit down and begin the conversation.

And tell me ‘bout your childhood.
The doctor wants to know about the artist's upbringing to gain a better understanding of their current situation.

I remember the rain
The singer recalls a memory of rain.

On a sunny day
The rain was an unexpected occurrence on an otherwise sunny day.

I remember the way it sounds
The artist has an auditory memory of the rain.

And I remember the road
The artist recollects driving along a road.

And all the miles we drove
The artist traveled a great distance.

But I don’t remember where we were bound
The purpose of the journey is unclear, forgotten by the singer.

And death was all around.
Despite the specific memories, the artist associates the journey with death and sadness.

Come on, doc, don’t hesitate
The singer implores the doctor to be direct.

I told you true so shoot me straight.
The singer believes they have been honest and expects honesty in return.

Oh, my God, I’m a real psycho
The singer fears they might be ill in a serious way.

I just know you’re about to tell me so.
The artist is anxious about receiving a diagnosis.

Hold on son, we’ve just begun
The doctor needs more information to diagnose the patient.

Don’t go jumpin’ the proverbial gun
The singer is jumping to conclusions before the diagnosis is made.

If you want to know what’s wrong
The doctor needs to continue the conversation to diagnose the problem.

You gotta talk about your mom.
The doctor believes the artist's childhood relationship with their mother may be related to their current problems.

I remember her songs
The artist recalls memories of their mother.

Moving through her pipe-organ veins
The artist imagines their mother's music flowing through her body like blood.

Each time her heart beat pounded
The singer associates their mother's music with her heartbeat.

And I remember her voice
The artist recalls their mother's speaking voice.

Like oak and abalone
The singer compares their mother's voice to the strong yet delicate materials of oak and abalone.

Made me cry, each time it sounded
The singer's mother's voice is emotionally affecting, making the singer cry.

And death was all around
Despite the specific memories, the singer associates their memories of their mother with death and sadness.

Allright Doc, them’s the facts
The artist believes they have provided all necessary information to receive a diagnosis.

I told you true so tell me flat
The artist expects an honest diagnosis from the doctor.

Oh my God, I’m gonna go to hell
The singer is afraid of the consequences of their diagnosis.

Tell my friends I said farewell
The singer believes they will not be around much longer and wants to say goodbye.

Hold on boy, I still need to know
The doctor requires more information to make a diagnosis.

A little bit more about you so,
The doctor asks the artist to continue sharing their personal history.

Even though it might make you raw,
The doctor warns the artist that the conversation may elicit emotional pain.

We got to talk about your pa
The doctor believes the singer's relationship with their father may be related to their current problems.

I remember feelin’ lost in that old graveyard
The artist recalls a memory of being lost in a cemetery.

But just before I’d cry, he would appear
The singer's father would comfort them and prevent them from crying.

He taught me that even when he was near I was alone
The singer's father helped them come to terms with loneliness and solitude.

And how not to fear the tombstone.
The singer's father taught them not to fear death and its symbols.

It’s true son, you’re pretty ill but take this pill and you’ll feel fine
The doctor diagnoses the artist as ill but prescribes medication to treat the problem.

And call me if you ever feel up or down
The doctor encourages the artist to contact them if they experience any drastic changes in mood.

And now I’m livin’ life on a flat line
The singer is now living with a sense of emptiness or lack of vitality.

And I hardly ever notice that death, death, death, Death is still around.
The singer has become desensitized to the presence of death as a result of their illness and medication.