The Doctor (Eminem: The Monster Cover/Parody) Lyrics

There's a man called the doctor, a mad man with a box

He's the last of his kind from home he has lost

And he'll hold your hand till the end of the world

He's the oncoming storm, yeah, the oncoming storm



He shows you the beauty in the stars when the stars bleed

Allons-y,

And every second he can see reality, or what could be

The curse of the time lord

This is what he is just a traveler, imagine it

A man in the sky in his TARDIS, just him, companionless

A whisper in the wind with the sound of the universe.

He's like ice, fire, rage

He's like the night

And the storm in the heart of the sun

So much to see in this one young galaxy

Take time to breathe in an abstract reality

He can save existence with a kettle and some string

Desolating preconceptions four dimension recreating

Heartbeats out of heartaches and all known misconceptions

Admiration, Acclimation leads to avocation

Throughout the verse and all known sub dimensions

The laws of time are mine and they will obey me!



There's a man called the doctor, a mad man with a box

He's the last of his kind from home he has lost

And he'll hold your hand till the end of the world

He's the oncoming storm, yeah, the oncoming storm



Now people suggest time's a strict progression of cause to effect

But from a non-subjective, non-successive concept

It's more like a big ball of wibbly wobbly timey wimey stuff

To the people living in the light singing songs

To days to come and to my love too long ago

Everything has it's time, everything dies.

But the world doesn't end if the doctor dances

Every song must end in all circumstances

In Trenzalore holds the Doctors secret

So close to his chest he needs two hearts to keep it

It's like the first time they tell you that the world is turning

Assuring it can't while your world is burning

Because everything looks like it's standing still And he can feel it

He can feel the turn of the earth.

The destroyer of worlds

He's not much for spoilers



There's a man called the doctor, a mad man with a box

He's the last of his kind from home he has lost

And he'll hold your hand till the end of the world

He's the oncoming storm, yeah, the oncoming storm



I'll be a story in the end. But that's okay;

We're all stories in the end. A debt we all pay.

He's ancient, forever. And as we learn about eachother

We learn we're more like the Doctor than we hope to be

It's integrity and complacency

Look at the technology

Sonic tools and a time machine

He's boyishly bouncing seen

Accordingly avenging the

Angels from his planet which he lost to a time lock

Causality calling crippling cold calm calculating

Running always running

But he's cunning so the one thing

Never happened was him losing his home planet

Never interfere with people or planets

Points in time are fixed. They must always happen.

You should always waste time when you don't have any

Remember smile in the face of you greatest enemy

An affinity for agony

The Protector Of Gallifrey

Admittedly burning at the center of time

Singing “I don't want to go”



There's a man called the doctor, a mad man with a box

I've become a companion. One of many he's lost

The Doctor Dances and the world will watch

Yet I'm falling in love with, I'm falling in love with