St. Vincent - Surgeon lyrics

I spent the summer on my back Another attack Staying just to get along Turn off the TV, wade in bed A blue and a red A little somethin' to get along Best find a surgeon Come cut me open 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 Best find a surgeon Come cut me open