| Gentlemen have no fear of these here black and blue contusions
|
| As you soon will see, it’s all a simple yet grand illusion
|
| This cadaver lying here in disarray ran his errands yesterday
|
| Now, for the sake of science, is spread out on this cold tray today
|
| Oh Doctor Nicolaes Tulp
|
| Can you please help my mind to cope
|
| With the thought that we’re all going to die
|
| In time?
|
| Blood and guts! |
| Is that all we are?
|
| Blood and guts! |
| We ooze and we scar
|
| Is that all we are?
|
| Got me this far
|
| A splice or a puncture, we must expect
|
| To rupture a few veins of azure
|
| This occupation demands dealing with a little brain splatter
|
| To a Mister or a Misses Schmidt
|
| This must seem so very macabre
|
| But disregard, and go sharpen all your
|
| Wits and tools for the job
|
| Now swab
|
| Oh Doctor Nicolaes Tulp
|
| Can you please help my mind to cope
|
| With the thought that we’re all going to die
|
| In time?
|
| Blood and guts! |
| Is that all we are?
|
| Blood and guts! |
| We ooze and we scar
|
| Is that all we are?
|
| Got me this far |