Lyrics:

Baiting the vain and aesthetically challenged To my office of promise and false hope Demarcating lines of incision for corporeal revision The foundation laid for a malpractical joke Tranquilized and secured on a gurney Associates throng for the spectacle on which they thrive Unconsciousness no escape as you lay wide awake Our peers observe as your placed under knife We'd like to welcome you to the operating theatre My scalpel marks perforations on your countenance Volsella securely fastened as I pull As ligature is excised with no anasthesia I'm sure you'll find this process quite painful Fourteen bones degloved as periosteum is exposed Bereft of palpebra, eyes starve for moisture The nasal conchae and zygoma Under chisel and mallet shall fissure A jovial soire for which our comrades have gathered Relinquished admission and collude in our laughter They applaud the disfiguring with needless suffering From this mutilation there will be no recovering An abscinded face we'll replace with your posterior Gaze through a brown-eye as your shit-faced in the mirror Your visage is your end, the lips a sphincter instead In our surgical troupe you're cast as the shit-head Piercing adipose tissue With rusted hooks and screws To keep the crowd amused You'll break a leg or two With needle and ink I stain Your skin, with text profane No part is left unmaimed This show's rather insane We'll knock 'em dead in the operating theatre The show must gore on in the operating theatre As the curtain falls on another corpus-plasty Chains jangle when the flesh they're sewn in twitches You shant miss your cue as your body we abuse-a