(music - Sean McGrath)

(lyrics - Ross Sewage)



Baiting the vain and aesthetically challenged

To my office of promise and false hope

Demarcating lines of incision for corporeal revision

The foundation laid for a malpractical joke



Tranquilized and secured on a gurney

Associates throng for the spectacle on which they thrive

Unconsciousness no escape as you lay wide awake

Our peers observe as your placed under knife



We'd like to welcome you to the operating theatre



My scalpel marks perforations on your countenance

Volsella securely fastened as I pull

As ligature is excised with no anasthesia

I'm sure you'll find this process quite painful



Fourteen bones degloved as periosteum is exposed

Bereft of palpebra, eyes starve for moisture

The nasal conchae and zygoma

Under chisel and mallet shall fissure



A jovial soirée for which our comrades have gathered

Relinquished admission and collude in our laughter

They applaud the disfiguring with needless suffering

From this mutilation there will be no recovering



An abscinded face we'll replace with your posterior

Gaze through a brown-eye as your shit-faced in the mirror

Your visage is your end, the lips a sphincter instead

In our surgical troupe you're cast as the shit-head



Piercing adipose tissue

With rusted hooks and screws

To keep the crowd amused

You'll break a leg or two

With needle and ink I stain

Your skin, with text profane

No part is left unmaimed

This show's rather insane



We'll knock 'em dead in the operating theatre

The show must gore on in the operating theatre



As the curtain falls on another corpus-plasty

Chains jangle when the flesh they're sewn in twitches

You shant miss your cue as your body we abuse

It's not the audience, but you we've left in stitches



(solo: "Le Grand Guignol" by S.C. McGrath)



The operating theatre