I can feel nothing at all
Grave robber:
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 vile
A little glass vile?
A little glass vile
Grave robber:
And the little glass vile 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...
Amber sweet:
Grave robber
Sometimes, i wonder why i even bother.
Graver robber
Sometimes, i wonder why i need you at all.
Grave robber:
And amber sweet is addicted to the knife
Addicted to the knife?
Addicted to the knife
Grave robber:
And addicted to the knife
She needs a little help with the agony
And a little help comes in a little glass vile
In a gun pressed against her anatomy
And when the gun goes off, miss sweet is ready for surgery
Surgery...
Amber sweet:
Graver robber
Sometimes, i wonder why i need you at all.
It's clean
It's clear
It's pure
It's rare
Grave robber:
It's takes you there
Before you cut
A change inside
Amber sweet:
I can feel nothing at all
Feel alive!
So you think you got heart?
So you think you got balls?
So you think you mag can sing?
I don't think nothing at all.
Amber sweet:
So you think mag has pipes?
Well, it's my turn to shine.
When the repo man strikes!
What are you talking about?
Grave robber:
Mag's contract's got some mighty fine print
Mighty fine print?
Mighty... fine... print
Grave robber:
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.