What kind of love is this?

What kind of love is this ?

by Kelp

What kind of love is this - that is made out of mud?
It drives me mad, it makes me sad, it boils my blood.
I wish we had some kind of bandages
To stop the flow of everything that goes and vanishes.

What kind of doctor gonna cure your blues?
Dr. John? Dr J? could it be Dr. Suess?
Could it be... there ain’t no remedy?
No one to call at all when you fall?

What kind of love is this that that hits you in the ribs?
That leaves you without no advantages,
That puts you on the pavement with no place to go,
That leaves you in the snow without any dough.

What kind of doctor gonna cure your blues?
Dr. John? Dr J? could it be Dr. Suess?
Could it be... there ain’t no remedy?
No one to call at all when you fall?

What kind of love is this - that don’t get no response?
I’m feeling like a ball that don’t got no bounce.
I feel like an eel that’s slitherin’ away
Into the spit of a pit that don’t have no weight.

What kind of doctor gonna cure your blues?
Dr. John? Dr J? could it be Dr. Suess?
Could it be... there ain’t no remedy?
No one to call at all when you fall?

What kind of doctor gonna cure your blues?
Dr. John? Dr J? could it be Dr. Suess?
Could it be... there ain’t no remedy?
No one to call at all when you fall?