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