Testo di Surgery

You'll never have the damn thing out Or meet the pope and kiss his neck And like him more than you expect And in my mind the color red Is writ in blood above your head Tonight -- when the time is right You'll never wear the damned thing out Or meet the queen and kiss her throat And ask her where she hangs her coat And in my mind the color blue Will never be as dark as you Tonight -- when the time is right You'll never wash the damned things out Or meet the judge and kiss his figs And wonder where he keeps his wigs And in my mind the color pink Will do more damage than you think Tonight And in my mind the color green Is oh so lovely and obscene Tonight -- when the time is right