Doctor Centenial's going insane, he threw all his things away
He walks through the corridors out in the air, he's watching the airplanes
When all the city is astir he sits alone in the rain
And no one seems to notice him, he's slowly slipping away
Doctor Centenial's losing his mind, he sat in his car today
He rolled up the windows and locked all the doors, he's not coming out they say
The institute of mental health is trying to have him paged
All the while he's sitting alone, quietly going insane
Doctor Centenial's losing his brain, he opened the doors today
And all of the patients are leaving their rooms, they meet on the promenade
When all the city is asleep and safely tucked away
Doctor Centenial's laughing men are marching the strange parade
A true hidden treasure of a song writer. This gent has been capturing songs in demo form on old tape recorders since the 80s. . . and he's still capturing his magic sounds in his secret basement. Damien Youth