Surgery lyrics

Exploratory prostate surgery We ain’t got a shrink ray Oh, but it’s ok Somehow you fit your head up there Our yellow submarine swims through the mustard gas Unlubricated speculum Ungloved unwashed hands Untrimmed fingernails rend Render your internal landscape ex-exit only 20 feet of bowel To wind around fork tines To braid into a twine To weave into a towel To fashion in a noose To circumscribe your throat But you bled out long ago This was just for decadent show Render your internal landscape