Låttexter: Gomez. We Haven't Turned Around - Cd2. Emergency Surgery.

Someone call the doctor, I think I'm gonna die
My feet are getting heavy, my mind is getting wet
Someone better help me get back into the twenty-first century
I need help, I need surgery
Help! Help! Help! Help!

Someone call the doctor, I think I'm goin' blind
My old periodic gnosis is bleeding from my eyes
Someone better help me the plot is hotting up
I'm in surgery
It really hurts, it really hurts, it really hurts
It really hurts, it really hurts, it really hurts
Hurts, hurts, hurts, hurts, hurts, hurts, hurts