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Story behind the song
Song with light medical themes, hot hi-hats. Vox coming shortly.
Lyrics
What's up, doc? See what I did there?
You've got me feeling like an intensive care bear
Sorry I'm late, anyway, I got hung up,
Something involving glow sticks, strobe lights, and getting drunk
Believe me I'm not the sort to cop-out on an appointment,
Espescially when I OD on perscription ointment
Anyway, damn this place is hard to find~!
Give it to me straight, quick, before I change my mind~
Alright- Diagnosis
Your heart is a peach pit
If I'm gonna fix it
You're gonna need a donor,
But I wouldn't count on it.
I'm a merengue super soaker and you've got egg on you face,
I'll stare you down until I've got conjunctiveitis.
As I was saying-I spit soul style- head style,
Sweep them off your feet and take your enemies to bed style.
Rapidly approaching shark, subtitled "Danger"
Have yourself a lollipop "Mystery flavor"
Can you believe it? Tastes just like olives,
Lollipop, lollipop, oh, lolly lolly lolly
Okay, the truth is
My brother, you blew it,
You had love, you screwed it,
You've made your coffin,
And now you've got to sleep in it.
Four, three two one
That's all there is
KERBLAM
Now you're done
Never really loved you, never really loved you,
Even when you were alive,
never loved you, never loved you.
Never really loved you, never really loved you,
Even when you were alive,
never loved you, never loved you.
Never really loved you, never really loved you,
Even when you were alive,
never loved you, never loved you.