I don't wanna go to E.C.T

White suits and static don’t suit me

The acronym’s got brevity

But I know it’s just shock therapy

I don’t wanna go, I don’t wanna see

I don’t want this E.C.T

They’re all trying to convince me

That it don’t hurt, that it’s good for me

But I don’t wanna go through E.C.T

Will I have to bear down and grit my teeth?

I feel it ain’t my destiny

And the doctors are terrifying

I don’t wanna go, I don’t wanna see

I don’t want this E.C.T

They’re all trying to convince me

That it don’t hurt, that it’s good for me

Is it just my chemistry

Or am I worse off then I think?

Do I need them to fix me?

Do I need their E.C.T.?