My syringe, my saviour
Five milligrams of [bad word] through my body

That's corrective surgery
Scar for you and scar for me
To make us look much better this way

Take me to the ER baby yeah 

Little cut upon my wrist
Two more scars upon my chest
Now I look much better than the rest

Got hooked up with frailty nine
Can't tell a human from a swine
Maybe we'll try much harder next time

Take me to the ER baby yeah