St. Vincent - Surgeon Lyrics
I spent the summer on my backAnother attackStealing just to get along, get along, get alongTurn off the TV, wait in bedAll blue and redA little something to get along, get along, get alongGet along, get along, get alongBest finest surgeonCome cut me openBest finest surgeonCome cut me openDress the undressing for the wallIf mother callsShe knows well we don't get along, get along, get aloneI tell the mailman never you mindI'll sift through the pilesAnd for him to just get along, get along, get alongGet along, get along, get alongBest finest surgeonCome cut me openBest finest surgeonCome cut me openBest finest surgeonCome cut me openBest finest surgeonCome cut me open