I can't feel nothing at all
I can't feel nothing at all

Drug market
Submarket
Sometimes, I wonder why I ever got in
Blood market
Love market
Sometimes, I wonder why they need me at all

Zydrate comes in a little glass vial
A little glass vial
A little glass vial
And the little glass vial goes into the gun like a battery
And the Zydrate gun goes somewhere against your anatomy
And when the gun goes off, it sparks, and you're ready for surgery
Surgery

Grave robber, grave robber
Sometimes, I wonder why I even bother
Grave robber, grave robber
Sometimes, I wonder why I need you at all

And Amber Sweet is addicted to the knife
Addicted to the knife
Addicted to the knife
And addicted to the knife
She needs a little help with the agony
And a little help comes in a little glass vial
In a gun pressed against her anatomy
And when the gun goes off, Miss Sweet is ready for surgery
Surgery

Grave robber, grave robber
Sometimes, I wonder why I need you at all

It's clean
It's clear
It's pure
It's rare, it's rare, it's rare
It's rare, it's rare, it's rare
It takes you there
It takes you there
Before you cut
A change inside

I can't feel nothing at all
I feel alive

Mag's contract's got some mighty fine print
Mighty fine print
Mighty fine print
And that mighty fine print puts Mag in a mighty fine predicament
If Mag up and splits, her eyes are forfeit
And if GeneCo and Rotti so will it
Then a Repo Man will come
And she'll pay for that surgery
Surgery