i'm lying on these sweaty sheets
my lymph glands are a drainin
the morphine drip is in my mind
and angels are a rainin
my torso has been sliced in two
and stitched back up a little
i want to sleep but here comes nurse
with instruments down her middle
her bony finger prods my arm
she straps a cord around
and when i wheeze a little gasp
she says shut up don't moan
Nurse Ratched through this bleary daze
i while away my weary days
and long to be upright and tall
and never feel your evil maul
but then i squeeze that morphine drip
my god i think she's had a sip......
aaaagh....