Zydrate Anatomy

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)