Monday, April 11, 2011

A song about forced surgery

Woke up this mornin in a tub full of ice
with a tube in my side and my head in a vice
"Baby don't get mad" you said while securing my wrists...
"But i wasnt lying when i said...... I am freelance vivisectionist"

In the back of my mind I knew that we could make it through this
But I wouldn't recommend finding dates off Craigslist
Your rubber glove touch always sent a tingle down my spine
but its the way you smiled jamming the IV in my thigh

(Bridge)
Through the morphine haze and demonic laughter
I realized why your pet name for me was "Unsuspecting Cadaver"

(Chorus)
Oh No it dont have to be this way
you can retract our love but my kidneys stay
I dunno if I can go on without you each day but
I Cant loose any more blood today

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