Zydrate Anatomy

I can't feel nothing at all...

Drug market, sub-market
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
Hhh-hhh...
And the zydrate gun goes somewhere against your anatomy
Hhh-hhh...

And when the gun goes off, it sparks
And you're ready for surgery!
Surgery!

Graverobber, graverobber
Sometimes I wonder why I even bother
Graverobber, graverobber
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
And a little help comes in a little glass vial
In a gun pressed against her anatomy
And when the gun goes off
Ms. sweet is ready for surgery.

Surgery!
Graverobber, graverobber
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 takes you there
A little jump
Before the cut!

Why agonize?
Anesthetize!
I can't feel nothing at all!

'cause surgery
'cause surgery?
'cause surgery
Is what she needs.

Is what I need...?
It's what I need
To change inside
To change inside?
To feel alive!
Mag's contract's got 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...