Song | Mondo Medicale |
Artist | Impaled |
Album | Death After Life |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : McGrath, Sewage | |
Grinding forth from the halls of education | |
Replete with the stench of dessication | |
Four pre-meds suffer condemnation | |
Tomes were perused, tombs were abused | |
All medico-legal limitations refused | |
With inhuman dexterity and intelligence, infused | |
Master thespians in the operating theatre | |
Likewise endowed in a gorenography feature | |
Deranged we may be after a blood bath | |
But all that rots can't be studied intact | |
Sifting through reams of anatomical charts | |
Bisecting livers and dissecting hearts | |
Arcane knowledge for doctoral upstarts | |
Rooting through a chum ridden morass | |
Cells scrutinized on iodized glass | |
We've mapped the structure of a carcass (solo: "Destroying Galen" by J. Kocol) (solo: "De Fabrica Humani Corpus" by S.C. McGrath) | |
Up to our elbows in grue and claret | |
We proffer quite a sanguine display | |
As we rule this mondo medicale | |
With scalpels and blades prepared on the tray | |
Integument cut and dermis to flay | |
You will rue this mondo medicale | |
Bypassing moral balances and checks | |
Summistes on high, rewriting texts | |
Our æsculapian methods leave them all vexed | |
Surgical aspirations, all dignified | |
Post-modern | |
Versali, repersonified | |
But for our successes, we're villified | |
A trocar employed for psycho-surgery | |
In this bedlam of hospitality | |
Though flesh and blood are dead inside | |
The gross anatomy can still be applied | |
To raise the stakes of medicine's breadth | |
These choice cuts ours, until death | |
Our work is to die for so don't be a knave | |
Choke on it and go back to the grave |
zuo qu : McGrath, Sewage | |
Grinding forth from the halls of education | |
Replete with the stench of dessication | |
Four premeds suffer condemnation | |
Tomes were perused, tombs were abused | |
All medicolegal limitations refused | |
With inhuman dexterity and intelligence, infused | |
Master thespians in the operating theatre | |
Likewise endowed in a gorenography feature | |
Deranged we may be after a blood bath | |
But all that rots can' t be studied intact | |
Sifting through reams of anatomical charts | |
Bisecting livers and dissecting hearts | |
Arcane knowledge for doctoral upstarts | |
Rooting through a chum ridden morass | |
Cells scrutinized on iodized glass | |
We' ve mapped the structure of a carcass solo: " Destroying Galen" by J. Kocol solo: " De Fabrica Humani Corpus" by S. C. McGrath | |
Up to our elbows in grue and claret | |
We proffer quite a sanguine display | |
As we rule this mondo medicale | |
With scalpels and blades prepared on the tray | |
Integument cut and dermis to flay | |
You will rue this mondo medicale | |
Bypassing moral balances and checks | |
Summistes on high, rewriting texts | |
Our sculapian methods leave them all vexed | |
Surgical aspirations, all dignified | |
Postmodern | |
Versali, repersonified | |
But for our successes, we' re villified | |
A trocar employed for psychosurgery | |
In this bedlam of hospitality | |
Though flesh and blood are dead inside | |
The gross anatomy can still be applied | |
To raise the stakes of medicine' s breadth | |
These choice cuts ours, until death | |
Our work is to die for so don' t be a knave | |
Choke on it and go back to the grave |
zuò qǔ : McGrath, Sewage | |
Grinding forth from the halls of education | |
Replete with the stench of dessication | |
Four premeds suffer condemnation | |
Tomes were perused, tombs were abused | |
All medicolegal limitations refused | |
With inhuman dexterity and intelligence, infused | |
Master thespians in the operating theatre | |
Likewise endowed in a gorenography feature | |
Deranged we may be after a blood bath | |
But all that rots can' t be studied intact | |
Sifting through reams of anatomical charts | |
Bisecting livers and dissecting hearts | |
Arcane knowledge for doctoral upstarts | |
Rooting through a chum ridden morass | |
Cells scrutinized on iodized glass | |
We' ve mapped the structure of a carcass solo: " Destroying Galen" by J. Kocol solo: " De Fabrica Humani Corpus" by S. C. McGrath | |
Up to our elbows in grue and claret | |
We proffer quite a sanguine display | |
As we rule this mondo medicale | |
With scalpels and blades prepared on the tray | |
Integument cut and dermis to flay | |
You will rue this mondo medicale | |
Bypassing moral balances and checks | |
Summistes on high, rewriting texts | |
Our sculapian methods leave them all vexed | |
Surgical aspirations, all dignified | |
Postmodern | |
Versali, repersonified | |
But for our successes, we' re villified | |
A trocar employed for psychosurgery | |
In this bedlam of hospitality | |
Though flesh and blood are dead inside | |
The gross anatomy can still be applied | |
To raise the stakes of medicine' s breadth | |
These choice cuts ours, until death | |
Our work is to die for so don' t be a knave | |
Choke on it and go back to the grave |