(So) congratulations, (long) break a leg tonight

What a shame, I heard the understudy died under the knife

Crying backwards under bedroom lights

The operation

I don't think you'll ever wanna love me (love me)

You'd gotta listen to your doctor, doctor

Sober up (and bury the empty cup)

In a backyard of Seattle, we used to lie

When I sew you up, don't let me

Won't stop bleeding

Tiny stitches that you placed into my skin

Won't let me go, oh no, oh no

And they're ruining the mood

So I'll toast every beat of my heart like a miracle

And I, I don't think you'll ever wanna love me (love me)

You gotta listen to your doctor, doctors lie (lie), lie (lie), lie (lie)

If the dollar is right, oh, my sweet little girl

Hold your mouth and you'll be alright

Gather 'round, gather 'round

Ladies and gentlemen, come from far, come from wide

The moment you've all been waiting for

Tonight, join us as we explore the spine-chilling mystery of death

And the miracle of resurrection

Please understand me when

I'd rather see you dead

Than live without me

So thirsty for more

Beyond the sea blue light, I met the love of my life

She'd rather see me dead than face me

I like your starry eyes, they yell, "Surprise, surprise!"

I'm in love, but not for long

Our operation

Call off the operation

Our operation

Call off, off, off

Another wave has turned its back on me

Crashed back on the eyes of the first I see

Can't count on anything (if your delicate eyes don't blink someday)

For you, I'd count the salt (they might as well be gone)

Under the sea (might as well be gone)