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Music/Vocals: Yuckpulver
Lyrics: Simsa
Eine mit beruhigender Musik unterlegte, etwas makabere und ironische Geschichte, wie ein Besuch beim Arzt enden kann, die allerdings nichts zu bedeuten hat und einfach nur aus reiner Freude am schwarzen Humor entstand. Also bitte nichts fehl- oder überinterpretieren. ;-)
Lyrics: Simsa
Eine mit beruhigender Musik unterlegte, etwas makabere und ironische Geschichte, wie ein Besuch beim Arzt enden kann, die allerdings nichts zu bedeuten hat und einfach nur aus reiner Freude am schwarzen Humor entstand. Also bitte nichts fehl- oder überinterpretieren. ;-)
Say, my dear, why have you come
To uncle doctor's hospital?
Headache it is, I will fix that,
That's no problem, not at all.
See my fellows sitting quietly?
All they came here weakened slightly,
But my mental operations
Stopped all of their lamentations,
Stopped all of their lamentations.
Let me look inside your head,
If your mind is working well.
That's the knife prepared for you.
Just one cut into the shell.
It might hurt, but don't forget,
It's all for health, you won't regret,
So, please be quiet and don't complain.
I'll do my best to cure the pain,
I'll do my best to cure the pain.
Oh, what is this, where is my cutter?
I really have to clear this clutter.
Can't see a thing with all this blood.
I think I need to wipe it up.
So, now I can expose your brain,
Well, it does look very lame.
I'll fix some holes so I can fill
Something inside, you see my drill?
Well, your mind is full of riddles
And the cause I cannot find.
A labyrinthine way of thinking,
Never seen before, that kind,
Never seen before, that kind.
Illogical and paradox,
You know, I think, it's fascinating.
If you allow, I'd like to try
This brand-new power saw vibrating.
Without a head you're free of pain
And any problem will be solved,
And I myself have something new
For my lovely treasure trove,
For my lovely treasure trove.
Oh, what is this, where is my cutter?
I really have to clear this clutter.
Can't see a thing with all this blood.
I think I need to wipe it up.
To uncle doctor's hospital?
Headache it is, I will fix that,
That's no problem, not at all.
See my fellows sitting quietly?
All they came here weakened slightly,
But my mental operations
Stopped all of their lamentations,
Stopped all of their lamentations.
Let me look inside your head,
If your mind is working well.
That's the knife prepared for you.
Just one cut into the shell.
It might hurt, but don't forget,
It's all for health, you won't regret,
So, please be quiet and don't complain.
I'll do my best to cure the pain,
I'll do my best to cure the pain.
Oh, what is this, where is my cutter?
I really have to clear this clutter.
Can't see a thing with all this blood.
I think I need to wipe it up.
So, now I can expose your brain,
Well, it does look very lame.
I'll fix some holes so I can fill
Something inside, you see my drill?
Well, your mind is full of riddles
And the cause I cannot find.
A labyrinthine way of thinking,
Never seen before, that kind,
Never seen before, that kind.
Illogical and paradox,
You know, I think, it's fascinating.
If you allow, I'd like to try
This brand-new power saw vibrating.
Without a head you're free of pain
And any problem will be solved,
And I myself have something new
For my lovely treasure trove,
For my lovely treasure trove.
Oh, what is this, where is my cutter?
I really have to clear this clutter.
Can't see a thing with all this blood.
I think I need to wipe it up.
