Uma das grandes qualidades de Lang, além da óbvia habilidade com a guitarra, é cantar quase gritando e/ou chorando de raiva. Escutem só o verso final dessa música e saberão do que estou falando.

I’m taking you to the doctor darling
Maybe the doctor knows
what’s going on in your head
Maybe the doctor can help me baby
Maybe he knows
what’s going on in your head
You see you’re gonna keep on drinking that bad wine baby
Even the glass that grows on your grave will be cherry red