Strapped on the table
The operation begins
Caught in the fable
The doctor is in
The doctor is in - the doctor is in
Oh God help us
Stainer, cyan wall tiles
They form a pattern of snakes
Hissing like a reptile
His instruments are awake
The light's mesmerizing
Glowing through the haze
The fear is paralyzing
Smile on his face all ablaze
The doctor is in
Oh God help us, the doctor is in
The cure is screaming
One helluva healing
Cut out the cancers
Corrupting your soul
Barely breathing
Recovery by bleeding
But the rot will go
Dr. Sin is in
Your hands are dirtied
By the places that they have been
Those eyes are filthied
Because of sins they shouldn't have seen
The heart's contaminated
Rotten to the core
This fould brain is tainted
By the impure thoughts and uproar |
