Operating Theatre Lyrics - Impaled

[music - Sean McGrath] 

[lyrics - Ross Sewage] 

Baiting the vain and aesthetically challenged 

To my office of promise and false hope 

Demarcating lines of incision for corporeal revision 

The foundation laid for a malpractical joke 

Tranquilized and secured on a gurney 

Associates throng for the spectacle on which they thrive 

Unconsciousness no escape as you lay wide awake 

Our peers observe as your placed under knife 

We'd like to welcome you to the operating theatre 

My scalpel marks perforations on your countenance 

Volsella securely fastened as I pull 

As ligature is excised with no anasthesia 

I'm sure you'll find this process quite painful 

Fourteen bones degloved as periosteum is exposed 

Bereft of palpebra, eyes starve for moisture 

The nasal conchae and zygoma 

Under chisel and mallet shall fissure 

A jovial soire for which our comrades have gathered 

Relinquished admission and collude in our laughter 

They applaud the disfiguring with needless suffering 

From this mutilation there will be no recovering 

An abscinded face we'll replace with your posterior 

Gaze through a brown-eye as your shit-faced in the mirror 

Your visage is your end, the lips a sphincter instead 

In our surgical troupe you're cast as the shit-head 

Piercing adipose tissue 

With rusted hooks and screws 

To keep the crowd amused 

You'll break a leg or two 

With needle and ink I stain 

Your skin, with text profane 

No part is left unmaimed 

This show's rather insane 

We'll knock 'em dead in the operating theatre 

The show must gore on in the operating theatre 

As the curtain falls on another corpus-plasty 

Chains jangle when the flesh they're sewn in twitches 

You shant miss your cue as your body we abuse 

It's not the audience, but you we've left in stitches 

[solo: "Le Grand Guignol" by S.C. McGrath] 

The operating theatre