I can't feel nothing at all...
Drug market, sub-market,
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.
Hhh-hhh...
And the zydrate gun goes somewhere against your anatomy.
Hhh-hhh...
And when the gun goes off, it sparks
And you're ready for surgery!
Surgery!
Graverobber, graverobber,
Sometimes I wonder why I even bother.
Graverobber, graverobber,
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.
And a little help comes in a little glass vial
In a gun pressed against her anatomy.
And when the gun goes off,
Ms. sweet is ready for surgery.
Surgery!
Graverobber, graverobber,
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 takes you there.
A little jump.
Before the cut!
Why agonize?
Anesthetize!
I can't feel nothing at all!
'cause surgery...
'cause surgery...?
'cause surgery...
Is what she needs...
Is what I need...?
It's what I need.
To change inside.
To change inside?
To feel alive!
Mag's contract's got 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
Drug market, sub-market,
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.
Hhh-hhh...
And the zydrate gun goes somewhere against your anatomy.
Hhh-hhh...
And when the gun goes off, it sparks
And you're ready for surgery!
Surgery!
Graverobber, graverobber,
Sometimes I wonder why I even bother.
Graverobber, graverobber,
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.
And a little help comes in a little glass vial
In a gun pressed against her anatomy.
And when the gun goes off,
Ms. sweet is ready for surgery.
Surgery!
Graverobber, graverobber,
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 takes you there.
A little jump.
Before the cut!
Why agonize?
Anesthetize!
I can't feel nothing at all!
'cause surgery...
'cause surgery...?
'cause surgery...
Is what she needs...
Is what I need...?
It's what I need.
To change inside.
To change inside?
To feel alive!
Mag's contract's got 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