(Verse 1) Well, the doc rolls in with a wicked grin, says, “Son, you're lookin’ pale.” Black flags fly, the town’s shut tight—looks like the end of the trail. I said, “Doc, I think I'm dying, got no time for tricks or lies.” He said, “Boy, I’ll make you better—but you might not recognize your eyes.” (Chorus) The city maps don’t lie, no sir—this town’s got the plague inside. Lock your doors and hold your breath—the Good Doc’s takin’ a midnight ride. (Verse 2) He’s got lightning in a bottle, potions bubbling in the back. Take a sip, you’ll dance till sunrise—or wake up stitched in black. Said, “Science ain't no magic, son, but I can bring you back to life.” I said, “Doc, you sure you’re helpin’? Feelin’ colder than my knife.” (Chorus) The city maps don’t lie, no sir—this town’s got the plague inside. Lock your doors and hold your breath—the Good Doc’s takin’ a midnight ride. (Bridge) There’s a shadow in the attic, gears are turnin’ through the night. He’s piecin’ folks together, sayin’ “Everything’ll be alright.” If you hear the thunder crackin’, better run, don’t ask him why. He’ll fix you up and send you walkin’, but you ain’t the same inside. (Verse 3) Good ol’ doc with a steely gaze, got his scalpel in his hand. Quarantine’s a one-way ticket, don’t you cross that yellow sand. Neon lights and dance halls burn while he just scribbles on a sheet. “You ain't needed, healthy boy—only dead men get my treats.” (Final Chorus) The city maps don’t lie, no sir—this town’s got the plague inside. Lock your doors and hold your breath—the Good Doc’s takin’ a midnight ride.
