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Strapped on the table, the operation begins,

caught in the fable, the doctor is in,

the doctor is in, the doctor is in.

Oh God help us!

Stained cyan wall tiles,

they form a pattern of snakes.

Hissing like a reptile,

his instruments are awake.

The light's mesmerizing,

glowing through the haze.

And the fear is paralyzing,

smile on his face all ablaze.

The doctor is in!

Oh God help us,

the doctor is in.

The cure is screaming, one helluva healing,

cut out the cancers, corrupting your soul.

Barely breathing, recovery by bleeding

but the rot will go, Dr. Sin is in.

Your hands are dirtied

by the places that they have been,

those eyes are filthied

'cause of sins they shouldn't have seen.

The heart's contaminated

and rotten to the core.

This fould brain is tainted by

the impure thoughts and uproar.

The doctor is in!

Oh God help us,

the doctor is in.

The cure is screaming, one helluva healing,

cut out the cancers, corrupting your soul.

Barely breathing, recovery by bleeding

but the rot will go, Dr. Sin is in.