[music - Sean McGrath]
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[lyrics - Ross Sewage]
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Baiting the vain and aesthetically challenged
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To my office of promise and false hope
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Demarcating lines of incision for corporeal revision
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The foundation laid for a malpractical joke
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Tranquilized and secured on a gurney
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Associates throng for the spectacle on which they thrive
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Unconsciousness no escape as you lay wide awake
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Our peers observe as your placed under knife
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We'd like to welcome you to the operating theatre
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My scalpel marks perforations on your countenance
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Volsella securely fastened as I pull
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As ligature is excised with no anasthesia
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I'm sure you'll find this process quite painful
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Fourteen bones degloved as periosteum is exposed
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Bereft of palpebra, eyes starve for moisture
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The nasal conchae and zygoma
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Under chisel and mallet shall fissure
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A jovial soiree for which our comrades have gathered
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Relinquished admission and collude in our laughter
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They applaud the disfiguring with needless suffering
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From this mutilation there will be no recovering
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An abscinded face we'll replace with your posterior
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Gaze through a brown-eye as your shit-faced in the mirror
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Your visage is your end, the lips a sphincter instead
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In our surgical troupe you're cast as the shit-head
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Piercing adipose tissue
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With rusted hooks and screws
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To keep the crowd amused
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You'll break a leg or two
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With needle and ink I stain
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Your skin, with text profane
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No part is left unmaimed
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This show's rather insane
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We'll knock 'em dead in the operating theatre
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The show must gore on in the operating theatre
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As the curtain falls on another corpus-plasty
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Chains jangle when the flesh they're sewn in twitches
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You shant miss your cue as your body we abuse
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It's not the audience, but you we've left in stitches
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[solo: "Le Grand Guignol" by S.C. McGrath]
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The operating theatre
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Operating Theatre
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