Direct Hit! Brain Surgery
She's got a cancer sitting on the base of her brain
She's gotta know we've got an answer, but it's not
entirely sane or rational
It comes in pills, poppers poisonous so much they'll
inflame the lining sitting safe inside of her skull
Why don't we drill, suck the f..cker out, and hope it'll
heal and it won't grow?
Can you explain what she's eating how does she
exercise?
We've gotta know so we can say what the side effects
will be on her mind, or if she'll croak
We admit that it's a problem and nobody has answers
Might as well give her a cup of tea
It's the least we can do to ease the tension before the
surgery
But we're not offering a guarantee
Everybody knows by now she's gotta go right now
To the operating table with her lights out
Everybody knows by now she's gotta go right now
Might as well just make a habit, bend and kowtow now
Can she speak?
Can she feel it when you tickle or poke between her
toes?
Does she feel weak?
How remarkable... You're sure she awoke and then arose?
What's the deal?
How's that moving?
What's the sound from the stairs?
Could we have woken up a power inside?
Confide in me brother - Did wake up a god?
Should we lie? Or should we go and just curl up and
die?
Woke a f..cking monster with the power of science
Can you pass me that bag and IV?
I'm gonna mainline morphine, close my eyes,
And just hope that she don't see me before I pass out
I'm so sorry
