Parts Left On The Stretchers

Stretchers rush into the hall, bringing down gaping doctors
Patients and wounded nurses
Heads brush from the yellow walls,
Hanging down, smiling happy smiles, catching with their tongues
Flocks of loony sleepy flies.

Hospital is overrun - ruined chambers, slaping doors
Tile floor is covered with burnt prosthesises, ragged gloves,
False teeth, the nylon fillings, exuding kidneys, bleeding decrepit broken bones
This is absolutely monstrous day for the moody personnel,
Gnawing nails, trying to ignore the overloaded phone line.

Cause someone want another iron throat,
Someone want new artificial eyes
Right between his plastic nose
On the sateen skin,
He is coming in!

And they say: don't refuse it!
Don't be heady,
Surgery is ready,
Surgery is ready!

Is this a doll or is it a human?
No one can't be sure for now
What the doctors wanna do
With his nasty plans? And how?!

Is this a flesh or is it a fabric?
No one able to answer now
What the nurses gonna do
With his scraped parts? And how?!

How you can be so unfeeling
To sew up another filler?
To lay down under knife?
For alter yourself alive?
Let your parts be exchanged
And then leave them on the stretcher.

And they say: don't refuse it!
Don't be heady,
Surgery is ready,
Surgery is ready!

- Lyrics by Arsenic Strychnine