I feel so unsure As I cut you up I wonder what's that nerve for What does this bit do I get so confused I am very sorry Mr. Smith I’ve got some dreadful news
You’re never going to walk again I've just sliced your spinal column Now you’ll need a ventilator Just so you can breath I fucked up you operation But try not to be to solemn You might not dies for 6 more years like Christopher Reeves
Time can never mend A careless surgeons Fuck ups, my friend There's nothing we can do I'm buggered if you sue I hope you get MRSA And die on ITU
Every days the same Cos I try to cure But I just kill and maim All those body parts Kidneys look like hearts O why did i do medicine I should have stuck with art
You’re never going to speak again You'll have to just make do with thinking WE'd be foolish to pretend We'll ever here you talking Trapped inside your wheelchair Communicating just by blinking Like that fucking spastic Professor Stephen HawkingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
