christ to the shadow ______ A plastic surgeon to the stars of old For I am christ to the shadow ______ A plastic surgeon to the stars of old
Act 1, Scene 2, The Clinic of Dr. Krikstein. On a podium, Center, MRS. RIPSTOCK-GEDDES is posing as Aphrodite, complete with water jug. Enter Left DR.
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翻訳: 教科書の悲劇. 夜明けの外科医.
Act 1, Scene 2, The Clinic of Dr. Krikstein. On a podium, Center, MRS. RIPSTOCK-GEDDES is posing as Aphrodite, complete with water jug. Enter Left DR
patients die Before they can pay Like a surgeon, hey Cuttin' for the very first time Like a surgeon Got your kidneys on my mind Like a surgeon, ooh, like a surgeon
I'm just a (Well, alright you freaks, give it) I'm just a (For Lady T) sucker I'm just a I'm just a sucker for your love, sucker for love (I'm just a
I'll classify every word out of your lips As a lie until you're lying Beneath the dirt and the soil Hailed as the king of deceivers and cheats You've
, Just so you can breathe. I fucked up your operation, But try not to be too solemn, you might not die for 6 more years Like Christopher Reeve. Time can never mend A careless surgeon
Ando Buscando un cabron, para partirle el culo, con cirujia de BRUJERIA! Ando encabronado, Con cuerno de chivo cargado. Soy capas de algo malo, El guey
it comes to love, I'm like a surgeon, I'ma true tactician I'ma make your body better when we get in the right position I'm like a surgeon, I'ma make
I'd be hanging on their words Like they almost meant a thing In the only lullaby I heard, Their sirens blaring, singing me to sleep Holding my loved one
ate an hour ago flows down from his covered mouth onto the patient's torso. Pieces of semi-digested meal mingle in a seven-centimetre long surgeon cut
obnoxious Surgeon of the dead Demented doctor Forensic eminence Postmortem raptor Plunder in the tombs With nauseous intentions Dead bodies I exhume ... Surgeon
Time is running out for us But you just move the hands upon the clock You throw coins in a wishing well, wake up You just move your hands upon the clock
Don't call this an art project. this is science, this is progress. and don't pretend these are heartfelt words, we are children dressed as surgeons
I'd be hangin' on their words Like they almost meant a thing And the only lullaby I heard The sirens blaring, singing me to sleep Holding my loved one
