Strapped on the table 
The operation begins 
Caught in the fable 
The doctor is in 
The doctor is in - the doctor is in 
Oh God help us 

Stainer, cyan wall tiles 
They form a pattern of snakes 
Hissing like a reptile 
His [bad word] are awake 

The light's mesmerizing 
Glowing through the haze 
The fear is paralyzing 
Smile on his face all ablaze 

The doctor is in 
Oh God help us, the doctor is in 

The cure is screaming 
One helluva healing 
Cut out the cancers 
 [bad word] your soul 

Barely breathing 
Recovery by bleeding 
But the rot will go 
Dr. Sin is in 

Your hands are dirtied 
By the places that they have been 
Those eyes are filthied 
Because of sins they shouldn't have seen 

The heart's contaminated 
Rotten to the core 
This fould brain is tainted 
By the impure thoughts and uproar