Miss Lucy had some leeches
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Her leeches liked to suck
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And when they drank up all her blood
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She didn't give a
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Funny when the doctors
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Had locked her in her cell
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Miss Lucy screamed all night that they
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Should go to bloody
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Hello to the surgeon
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With scalpel old and blunt
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He'll tie you to the table
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Then he'll mutilate your
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Come it's nearly teatime
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The lunatics arrive
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The keepers bleed them all until
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There's no one left a
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Lively little rodents
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Are eaten up by cats
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We're subject to experiments
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Like laboratory
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Rats I've dropped a teacup
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How easily they break
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I'm on my hands and knees until
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I pay for my mis-
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Take off all your clothing
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We've only just begun
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We have no anesthesia
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It's eighteen forty
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One thing we should tell you
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Before you try again
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The tests are invented by
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A lot of filthy
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Mentally hysteric
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She's failed the exam
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Don't bother telling Lucy for
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She doesn't give a
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Damn that's nitrous oxide
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For when you can't escape
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They say the surgeons oft commit
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A murder or a
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Razor-blades are rusty
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And not a lot of fun
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So when they try to amputate
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Your legs you'd better
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Run and fetch the chemist
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A patient's feeling sad
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She's been in chains for ages
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And she isn't even
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Madness is a nuisance
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And no one is immune
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Your sister, mum or daughter
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May become a raving
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Lunatics are dangerous
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And doctors are obeyed
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They also go together just
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Like toast and marma-
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Ladies are like children
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With brains the size of squirrels
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Let's give a clitoridectomies
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To all the little
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Girls are helpless treasures
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That daddies must protect
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So lie upon the table
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For the doctors to in-
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Speculums are super
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And stirrups all the rage
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So spread a lady's legs and then put her
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Back in to her
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Cage of naked crazies
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The surgeon's here to bleed
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The doctors are all learned men
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And some can even
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Reading can be risky
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For women on the verge
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It only did us worlds of good
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To poison, leech and
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Purging is a penance
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Phlebotomy's a chore
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No need to sterilize the tools
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We never did be-
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Fore the night is over
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Before you go to bed
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They'll take a hammer and nail
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And jam it in your
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Headstones in the courtyard
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And statues in the park
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Are not for the insane
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Just leave them rotting in the
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D A R K
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Miss Lucy Had Some Leeches
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Emilie Autumn |