Fear Of The Knife

In the world with the serious cases White, white men with the clipboard faces And you're rolling around In your minding on the ground Feeling ten feet tall Tell me tell me, it won't hurt at all To your room, the waiting room neighbours Filled with crooks and nuns and prayers And when the empathy drops And the paper work stops They don’t ever wanna say die They don’t wanna hold your life Well it’s operation night And the cold old nurse she lies Saying everything will be just fine She knows the dark is on top With a steady, steady hand And the knowledge required To mess around and end your life End your life Oh, well it’s operation night It’s operation night