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The Blood Brothers

Doctor! Doctor!

 

Doctor! Doctor!

(album: This Adultery Is Ripe - 2000)


She shacked up with the wrong surgeon
Oh, oh doctor! Doctor!
Yeah. What have you done?
She slept beneath a blanket of scalpels
And woke up with skin, skin like fingernails
What pleasure do you crave when sex lacks passion?
Oh, when the hospital lights are dimmed low?
She shacked up with the wrong surgeon
Oh, oh doctor! Doctor!

Doctor! Doctor!
Oh doctor! Doctor!
Doctor! Doctor!
Oh doctor! Doctor!

This knife cut fashion lacks compassion
But who says being an abomination of human cartilage isn't a statement?
This knife cut fashion lacks compassion
But who says being an abomination of human cartilage isn't a statement?

Doctor! Doctor!
Doctor! Doctor!
Doctor! Doctor!
Doctor! Doctor!

Now cover girl, your cover up drips like dairy
Now cover girl, your cover up drips like dairy
Now cover girl, your cover up drips like dairy

When I see you walking by yourself
Yeah, when I see you walking all alone

I wanna cut the corners off your lips
I wanna shave the angles off your cheeks
I wanna wash the geometry off your face
I wanna cut the corners off your lips
I wanna shave the angles off your cheeks
I wanna wash the geometry off your face
I wanna cut the corners off your lips
I wanna shave the angles off your cheeks
I wanna wash the geometry off your face
I wanna cut the corners off your lips
I wanna shave the angles off your cheeks
I wanna wash the geometry off your

Run, run, run like ivory blood burns burns
Run, run, run like ivory blood burns burns burns
Run, run, run like ivory blood burns burns burns
Run, run, run like ivory blood burns burns burns
Run, run, run like ivory blood burns burns burns

You keep coming back to get fucked on the operating table
You keep coming back a different shade of nauseating
I think it's time to take that face back to the bank
And count the cash you really make
(Pennies, doctor, pennies!)

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