Surgery Lyrics
It's not supposed to careIt's not supposed to be freeIt's taken part of meIt doesn't hear compromiseIt tells you all its liesIt says on minute to stayIt pushes you awayLight the torch and breatheCook some more for meRe-up and thenWe'll do it againIt rips your soul to shredsIt's changing all that's in your headIt's swelling up your wounded heartIt's just about to startIt will work out fineIt's mastered dishing out all the linesIt carries needles, guns, and knivesIt enters little livesYou think it's too late nowAll you can think is more somehowJust light the torch and take it inIt's all you need againYou say it works out fineYou've finished dishing out all the linesNow you carry guns, needles, and knivesYou ruin little lives"
Flotsam & Jetsam Surgery
