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Track 6. Surgeon Surgeon

Surgeon surgeon, take your knife
cut out my heart tonight
It’s not too late to operate
And replace the wrong with right
Surgeon surgeon, raise your blade
Perform your remedy
Don’t stop now, it’s the only option
That’s been left to me

Lay me down on the kitchen table
While you sharpen up your steel
Cut me quick and cut me clean
Don’t give me time to feel...
You don’t need anaesthetise me
With whisky or with gin
Just read me a chapter from the best of books
I’ll lie back and take it in

Surgeon surgeon....

You know about my symptoms
This old heart beat wild and fast
It’s home to seven deadly sins
Each one worse than the last
One is wrath, and two is sloth
Then envy, greed, and pride
There’s gluttony and lust as well
They’re all there packed inside

When you’ve finished take the thing
Still beating like a drum
Throw it far into the night
Where three black birds will come
As for me just sew me up
But make sure you leave a space
To take a funnel and a jug
And fill me up with grace

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