A surgeon at the end of his day, Careless cuts, it's just a brain, They all just said to hope and pray, Those careless cuts, won't leave a stain,
We spend our time watching the clock, Barely touching, with pistols cocked, I'll pull your trigger if you pull mine, The blood stains will wash out with time,
That's what I told her before she left, Noose tied tight, gasping for breath, Distance evident, by the growing lack of conversation, Those careless cuts, a careless operation.