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Nobody sends me birthday cards
Nobody brings me flowers
Im just here for operations
Ive been out for hours
When I come to Ill wet my bed
`cos when I get mad I sink so low
As matron knows
I get off on what you give me, darling
I get off on what you give to me
Yeh, I get off on what you give me, darling
I get off on what you give to me
And when I go to that seedy ward
Up in the sky
Youll be waiting
With a hypodermic needle
And a graph
Here comes the dark
(Im grateful for my anaesthetic)
Out goes the spark
(delirious and apathetic)
When I come to
Ill wet my bed
And when I get well
Ill take revenge
Ill wreak my wrath
On all blood donors
And their sisters
Visiting time and flowers
When sister brings that bedpan round
Ill piss like april showers
I get off on what you give me, darling
I get off on what you give to me
Yeh, I get off on what you give me, darling
I get off on what you give to me
And when I go
Ill die of plaster casting love

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