Zydrate Anatomy

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. And the zydrate gun goes somewhere against your anatomy. And 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 need. To 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...