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



Lyrics submitted by SteveD

The Doctor (Eminem: The Monster Cover/Parody) song meanings
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