oh as the sad mechanic   i tried to fix your stomach   for parts and labors   i searched the recovery room   you need a compass on your forehead   cos you're lost in my afterlife   you need a top hat for the nightmares   when you're under the knife      your wings are on that machine   your brain is on a kite   and your face is on that hospital fly      oh as the plastic surgeon   i tried to fix your cheekbones   for parts and labor   i searched the old junkyard   i need life insurance on my zipper   to kick you out of my pants   i need car insurance on my lover   i crashed under her trance      you're in orbit around my dreams   your breath smells like needles   and your face on is on that hospital fly      your wings are on that machine   your brain is on a kite   and your face is on that hospital fly