Annie Clark - Surgeon lyrics

[Verse 1] I spent the summer on my back Another attack Stay in just to get along Turn off the TV, wade in bed A blue and a red A little something to get along [Chorus] Best finest surgeon Come cut me open [Verse 2] Dressing, undressing for the wall If mother calls She knows well we don't get along I tell the mailman, "Never you mind I'll sift through the piles" And for him to just get along [Chorus] Best finest surgeon Come cut me open [Ridiculous outro guitar solo]