Miss Lucy Had Some Leeches Lyrics - Emilie Autumn

Miss Lucy had some leeches, her leeches liked to suck 

And when they drank up all her blood she didn't give a 

Funny when the doctors had locked her in her cell 

Miss Lucy screamed all night that they should go to bloody 

Hello to the surgeon with scalpel old and blunt 

He'll tie you to the table, then he'll mutilate your 

Come, it's nearly teatime, the lunatics arrive 

The keepers bleed them all until there's no one left a 

Lively little rodents are eaten up by cats 

We're subject to experiments like laboratory 

Rats I've dropped a teacup, how easily they break 

I'm on my hands and knees until I pay for my mis 

Take off all your clothing, we've only just begun 

We have no anesthesia, it's eighteen forty 

One thing we should tell you before you try again 

The tests are invented by a lot of filthy 

Mentally hysteric, she's failed the exam 

Don't bother telling Lucy for she doesn't give a 

Damn that nitrous oxide for when you can't escape 

They say the surgeons oft commit a murder or a 

Razor blades are rusty and not a lot of fun 

So when they try to amputate your legs, you'd better 

Run and fetch the chemist, a patient's feeling sad 

She's been in chains for ages and she isn't even 

Madness is a nuisance and no one is immune 

Your sister, mum or daughter may become a raving 

Lunatics are dangerous and doctors are obeyed 

They also go together just like toast and marma 

Ladies are like children with brains the size of squirrels 

Let's give a clitoridectomies to all the little 

Girls are helpless treasures that daddies must protect 

So lie upon the table for the doctors to in 

Speculums are super and stirrups all the rage 

So spread a lady's legs and then put her back in to her 

Cage of naked crazies, the surgeon's here to bleed 

The doctors are all learned men and some can even 

Reading can be risky for women on the verge 

It only did us worlds of good to poison, leech and 

Purging is a penance, phlebotomy's a chore 

No need to sterilize the tools, we never did be 

Fore the night is over, before you go to bed 

They'll take a hammer and nail and jam it in your 

Headstones in the courtyard and statues in the park 

Are not for the insane, just leave them rotting in the 

D-A-R-K, dark, dark, dark, dark, dark