All the doctors talk   Of all the doctor trouble   All the time payed off   But there's a night to remember   When the quarters stopped   Diving in the cup   Doctor back to work stumbling through the hall   He made it to a room   A lady old and calloused   Is staring back at him   He doesn't think that she notices   As the doctor talks   His slurring causes trouble   They breath a bit of breath   Once the surgery's over   Hey, Daniel Eckerson   Where's your sadness?   Your apathy has mothers crying   But it's nothing until it comes to a court   Who finds a hole in the defense   He stays when they cannot prove beyond a doubt   A word of what was said   And the doctor choked   His hearing started Monday   All his time ran out   Since the media ran it   Hey, Daniel Eckerson   Where's your sadness?   Your apathy has left a knife in her gut