Somebody call the surgeon
Which part shall we remove this time?
Which part? Which part? Which part?
Someone assemble the troops
They're stepping out of the line
Get back. Get back. Get back
Run, run before they chain you up, like a dog on a leash
Muzzled so you can't say your speech
Somebody call the surgeon
Which part shall we remove this time?
Which part? Which part? Which part?
Someone assemble the troops
They're stepping out of the line
Get back. Get back. Get back
Run, run before they chain you up, like a dog on a leash
Muzzled so you can't say your speech
Get on your soapbox
What are you boys up to?
Nothing
Friendly fire is against the law you know
F*ck it
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Ill-Informed - Musical Statues Lyrics
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Somebody call the surgeon
Which part shall we remove this time?
Which part? Which part? Which part?
Someone assemble the troops
They're stepping out of the line
Get back. Get back. Get back
Run, run before they chain you up, like a dog on a leash
Muzzled so you can't say your speech
Somebody call the surgeon
Which part shall we remove this time?
Which part? Which part? Which part?
Someone assemble the troops
They're stepping out of the line
Get back. Get back. Get back
Run, run before they chain you up, like a dog on a leash
Muzzled so you can't say your speech
Get on your soapbox
What are you boys up to?
Nothing
Friendly fire is against the law you know
F*ck it
Which part shall we remove this time?
Which part? Which part? Which part?
Someone assemble the troops
They're stepping out of the line
Get back. Get back. Get back
Run, run before they chain you up, like a dog on a leash
Muzzled so you can't say your speech
Somebody call the surgeon
Which part shall we remove this time?
Which part? Which part? Which part?
Someone assemble the troops
They're stepping out of the line
Get back. Get back. Get back
Run, run before they chain you up, like a dog on a leash
Muzzled so you can't say your speech
Get on your soapbox
What are you boys up to?
Nothing
Friendly fire is against the law you know
F*ck it
Writer: Ill-Informed
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