I've got a surgeon's precision and a drunk man's hand They say I've stopped growin', so I do what I can Nothin' ever changes but the cigarette brand But don't panic, it's just routine Don't panic, this is just routine You've got roses on the brain, and I'm all wilt You've got snowflakes in your veins, and I'm all melt You don't got blame on your breath God bless, but all I taste is guilt Ooh Misery will bury you I'm so sorry if I'm scarin' you What was I supposed to do As opposed to lovin' you? I've got a surgeon's hand and a drunk man's passion Totally limbless and I'm ready for action Nothin' ever changes but the taste of tobacco But don't panic, it's just routine Don't panic, this is just routine You've got roses on the brain, and I'm all wilt You've got snowflakes in your veins, and I'm all melt You don't got blame on your breath God bless, but all I taste is guilt Ooh Misery will bury you I'm so sorry if I'm scarin' you What was I supposed to do As opposed to lovin' you? You've got roses the brain, and I'm all wilt But misery will bury you I'm so sorry if I'm scarin' you What was I supposed to do As opposed to lovin' you?