| Miss Lucy had some leeches
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| Her leeches liked to suck
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| And when they drank up all her blood
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| She didn’t give a
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| Funny when the doctors
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| Had locked her in her cell
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| Miss Lucy screamed all night that they
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| Should go to bloody
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| Hello to the surgeon
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| With scalpel old and blunt
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| He’ll tie you to the table
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| Then he’ll mutilate your
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| Come it’s nearly teatime
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| The lunatics arrive
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| The keepers bleed them all until
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| There’s no one left a
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| Lively little rodents
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| Are eaten up by cats
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| We’re subject to experiments
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| Like laboratory
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| Rats I’ve dropped a teacup
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| How easily they break
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| I’m on my hands and knees until
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| I pay for my mis-
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| Take off all your clothing
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| We’ve only just begun
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| We have no anesthesia
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| It’s eighteen forty
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| One thing we should tell you
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| Before you try again
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| The tests are invented by
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| A lot of filthy
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| Mentally hysteric
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| She’s failed the exam
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| Don’t bother telling Lucy for
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| She doesn’t give a
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| Damn that’s nitrous oxide
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| For when you can’t escape
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| They say the surgeons oft commit
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| A murder or a
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| Razor-blades are rusty
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| And not a lot of fun
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| So when they try to amputate
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| Your legs you’d better
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| Run and fetch the chemist
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| A patient’s feeling sad
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| She’s been in chains for ages
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| And she isn’t even
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| Madness is a nuisance
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| And no one is immune
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| Your sister, mum or daughter
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| May become a raving
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| Lunatics are dangerous
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| And doctors are obeyed
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| They also go together just
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| Like toast and marma-
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| Ladies are like children
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| With brains the size of squirrels
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| Let’s give a clitoridectomies
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| To all the little
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| Girls are helpless treasures
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| That daddies must protect
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| So lie upon the table
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| For the doctors to in-
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| Speculums are super
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| And stirrups all the rage
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| So spread a lady’s legs and then put her
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| Back in to her
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| Cage of naked crazies
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| The surgeon’s here to bleed
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| The doctors are all learned men
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| And some can even
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| Reading can be risky
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| For women on the verge
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| It only did us worlds of good
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| To poison, leech and
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| Purging is a penance
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| Phlebotomy’s a chore
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| No need to sterilize the tools
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| We never did be-
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| Fore the night is over
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| Before you go to bed
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| They’ll take a hammer and nail
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| And jam it in your
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| Headstones in the courtyard
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| And statues in the park
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| Are not for the insane
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| Just leave them rotting in the
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| D A R K
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| Dark
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| Dark
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| Dark
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| Dark
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| Dark |