I can't feel nothing at all
Drug market, sub-market
Sometimes 
I wonder why 
I ever got in
Blood market, love market
Sometimes 
I wonder why they need me at all
Zydrate comes in a little glass vial
A little glass vial?
A little glass vial
And the little glass vial goes into the gun like a battery
Hhh, hhhAnd the zydrate gun goes somewhere against your anatomy
Hhh, hhhAnd when the gun goes off, it sparks
And you're ready for surgery, surgery
Graverobber, graverobber
Sometimes 
I wonder why 
I even bother
Graverobber, graverobber
Sometimes 
I wonder why 
I need you at all
And Amber 
Sweet is addicted to the knife
Addicted to the knife?
Addicted to the knife
And addicted to the knife
She needs a little help with the agony
And a little help comes in a little glass vial
In a gun pressed against her anatomy
And when the gun goes off
Ms. sweet is ready for surgery, surgery
Graverobber, graverobber
Sometimes 
I wonder why 
I need you at all
It's clean, it's clear, it's pure
It's what?
It's rare, it takes you there
It what?It takes you there
It takes you there
A little jump before the cut
Why agonize? 
Anesthetize
I can't feel nothing at all'
Cause surgery, 'cause surgery'
Cause surgery is what she needs
Is what I need, it's what 
I needTo change inside, to change inside
To feel alive
Mag's contract's got some mighty fine print
Some mighty fine print
And that mighty fine print puts 
Mag in a mighty fine predicament
If Mag up and splits, her eyes are forfeit
And if Geneco and 
Rotti so will it
Then a repo man will come
And she'll pay for that surgery, surgery
Surgery, surgery
I can't feel nothing at all