[verse #1]
   A forest of tongues rooted deep in their sockets dry...silence
   An army of eyes gazing round for some flaw to spy...violence
   Twenty-five grand to reattach a retina...(in a) furnace
   Twenty-five and out, and all the good it's getting you...burn this
[chorus]
   I'm a pro, I'm a surgeon
   Ice-cold veins, keep on working
   White-hot pain, feel nothing at all
[verse #2]
   The time I burned the armrest in the Mustang with a cigarette...junked it
   The test that they gave to see if you were feeling it...flunked it
   The latest in a series of biggest disappointments yet...waitress
   Finally get it right, and there's no one left to witness it...hate this