Chorus
Make sure you look for the ball when someone yells four
Most likely it's just the fluky hand of god once more
It's sorta like and not really but I don't know anymore
Strange things happen after midnight in the OR corridor
1/
Better in a morgue than the or
One heart beat is just bizzare
Blood's as thick as black tar
Christ I wanna go to the bar
2/
Sleeping silently a good way to be
Poetically possed to a tolerable degree
The stoned eyed dead stare at me
Crying melodically like a banshee
3/
Sorry but god can't make this part last
So we make the artificial heart fast
Hope that she'll start fast
Try to be smart not smart assed
4/
Surgeon will give you the cut for free
Trys hard not to be god with a small g
Hail hard to my sweet mother marie
Musician i am not but a poet i can be
5/
One of us can show the facts that I
Just dreamed up to explain the why
Can be taken in a quick blink of an eye
There's no good god damned way to die
Verse
G C / D /
C G / D Am /
G C / D /
G F / Em A /
Chorus
Em / Em7 A7 /
Em / Em7 A7 /
Am / Am7 C /
G F / C / CFCG /
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