I can't feel nothing at all
Drug market, submarket
Sometimes I wonder why I ever got in
Blood market, love market
Sometimes I wonder why they need me at all
Zydrate comes in a little glass vial (a little glass vial? A little glass vial)
And the little glass vial goes into the gun like a battery
And the Zydrate gun goes somewhere against your anatomy
And when the gun goes off, it sparks
And you're ready for surgery, surgery
Grave robber, grave robber
Sometimes I wonder why I even bother
Grave robber, grave robber
Sometimes I wonder why I need you at all
And Amber Sweet is addicted to the knife (addicted to the knife? Addicted to the knife)
And addicted to the knife she needs a little help with the agony (agony)
And a little help comes in a little glass vial in a gun pressed against her anatomy
And when the gun goes off, Miss Sweet is ready for surgery, surgery
Grave robber, grave robber
Sometimes I wonder why I need you at all
(It's clean, it's clear, it's pure) it's what?
(It's rare, it takes you there) it what?
It takes you there (it's clear, it's pure)
(Before you cut) why agonize?
I can't feel nothing at all
'Cause surgery, surgery (is what she needs)
Mag's contract's got some mighty fine print
Some mighty fine print (some mighty fine print)
And that mighty fine print puts Mag in a mighty fine predicament
If Mag up and splits, her eyes are forfeit
And if GeneCo and Rotti so will it
Then a Repo man will come and she'll pay for that surgery, surgery
(Surgery, surgery) I can't feel nothing at all (surgery, surgery)
(Surgery, surgery) I can't feel nothing at all (surgery, surgery)
(Surgery, surgery) I can't feel nothing at all (surgery, surgery)
(Surgery, surgery) I can't feel nothing at all (surgery, surgery)
(Surgery, surgery) I can't feel nothing at all (surgery, surgery)
(Surgery, surgery)
(Surgery, surgery)
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