Can't Get It Up If the Girl's Breathing?

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
Graver 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)

Graver 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 before it cut you
I can't do nothing at all
(The surgery is clear, it's what you need to change)
To feel alive!

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