Equip your elf
Bring up your mage, it's
Clear this things contagious

Taking over your body
Like a raging bull
You'll end up in the hospital

It's hypochondria
From the father to the son
Hypochondria

A disease you won't outrun

Lock the doors

Put up a fence
Ignore the signs
It's just coincidence

Lock yourself up in the attic
And convince yourself it's just psychosomatic
It's hypochondria

From the father to the son
Hypochondria
A disease you won't outrun


The human brain can ponder
The human brain can wander

The human brain can never stop
The human brain can worry
Can spiral and can hurry

These are the brains main crops

Question the freshness

Of that casserole
Take a yardstick and
Measure that mole

Chase the bugs
So quixotic
Down some Advil

And antibiotics

It's hypochondria

From the father to the son
Hypochondria
A disease you won't outrun