I've got a surgeon's precision and a drunk man's hand

They say I've stopped growin', so I do what I can

Nothin' ever changes but the cigarette brand

But don't panic, it's just routine

Don't panic, this is just routine.

You've got roses on the brain, and I'm all wilt

You've got snowflakes in your veins, and I'm all melt

You don't got blame on your breath

God bless, but all I taste is guilt

Ooh...

Misery will bury you

I'm so sorry if I'm scarin' you

What was I supposed to do

As opposed to lovin' you?

I've got a surgeon's hand and a drunk man's passion

Totally limbless and I'm ready for action

Nothin' ever changes but the taste of tobacco

But don't panic, it's just routine

Don't panic, this is just routine.

You've got roses on the brain, and I'm all wilt

You've got snowflakes in your veins, and I'm all melt

You don't got blame on your breath

God bless, but all I taste is guilt

Ooh...

Misery will bury you

I'm so sorry if I'm scarin' you

What was I supposed to do

As opposed to lovin' you?

You've got roses the brain, and I'm all wilt.

But misery will bury you

I'm so sorry if I'm scarin' you

What was I supposed to do

As opposed to lovin' you?