Genetic Repo Man

Repo Man!
Repo Man!

Out from the night, from the mist, steps a figure
No-one really knows his name for sure
He stands at six-foot-six, head and shoulders
Pray he never comes knocking at your door

Say that you once bought a heart, or new corneas
But somehow never managed to square away your debts?
He won't bother to write or to phone you
He'll just rip your still-beating heart from your chest!

Repo Man!
Repo Man!

Now you could run, you could hide, you could try to
But he always has a way of finding you
He will come at your weakest hour
When no-one's around who might rescue you

Repo Man!
Repo Man!

And none of us are free from this horror
For many years ago, we all fell in debt
New body parts were needed
To perfect our image
And until our debts are clear
We will live in fear of the

Repo Man!
Repo Man!
Repo Man!
Repo Man!