| In the world with the serious cases
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| White, white men with the clipboard faces
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| And you’re rolling around
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| In your minding on the ground
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| Feeling ten feet tall
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| Tell me tell me, it won’t hurt at all
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| To your room, the waiting room neighbours
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| Filled with crooks and nuns and prayers
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| And when the empathy drops
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| And the paper work stops
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| They don’t ever wanna say die
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| They don’t wanna hold your life
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| Well it’s operation night
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| And the cold old nurse she lies
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| Saying everything will be just fine
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| She knows the dark is on top
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| With a steady, steady hand
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| And the knowledge required
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| To mess around and end your life
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| End your life
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| Oh, well it’s operation night
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| It’s operation night |