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Lying on a stretcher with tubes in every hole

Fragile beeping in my ear can't disguise for whom the bells toll

Sirens blast overhead and my thoughts begin to swim

We speed towards the hospital but the outlook looks real grim

Flying through big doorways, getting pushed at speed

The trolley squeaks under the weight of my unending greed

In the theatre they await, I'm delivered into their shouts

The doctor screaming in my face "What did you shove in your mouth?"

Pot roast, bread by the loaf, French toast and lamb casserole

Pulled pork, a rare kind of hawk, all on my fork and then some swiss roll

Stomach pumps and hard chest thumps trying to bring me to life

They won't work, I'm filled full of jerk, I've got to go under the knife

Lots of cuts to empty my guts but still I don't seem to improve

I'm fucked and for my very last thought I think what they've yet to remove

Baked ham, a big giant clam, crown roast lamb, all swallowed whole

Candy floss, filet albatross in a duck sauce and then some swiss roll

Why oh why, that grey meat pie

Flame grilled trout, better in than out

Seafood cakes, all big mistakes

Prawns and squid, can't be undid

All that cheese in my arteries

The old sensation of unholy constipation

Divine disfunction from bowel obstruction

No irrigation can stop this colonic disintegration

My tummy ist geschrimpfenet

But stil I want

Bacon quiche, apperatif, ten kinds of bee consumed by the bowl

Fish pie, don't ask me why, with stir fty and then some swiss roll

And then some swiss roll

Ja and then some swiss roll