A forest of tongues rooted deep in their sockets dry... silence
An army of eyes gazing round for some flaw to spy... violence
Twenty-five grand to reattach a retina... (in a) furnace

Twenty-five and out, and all the good it's getting you... burn this

[Chorus]

I'm a pro, I'm a surgeon
Ice-cold veins, keep on working
White-hot pain, feel nothing at all


[Verse #2]
The time I burned the armrest in the Mustang with a cigarette... junked it

The test that they gave to see if you were feeling it... flunked it
The latest in a series of biggest disappointments yet... waitress
Finally get it right, and there's no one left to witness it... hate this