St. Vincent - Surgeon Lyrics
I spent the summer on my back
And over attack
Steel you just to get along
Turn off the TV, wait in bed
Blue and red
Somethin' to get along
Best find a surgeon
Can't cut me open
Dress the undressing for a wall
If mother calls
She knows well we don't get along
I tell the mailman, "Never you mind
I'll sift through the piles"
For him to just get along
Best find a surgeon
Can't cut me open
