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Musical: REPO! The Genetic Opera
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SUPPORT GROUP: I CAN’T FEEL NOTHING AT ALL... GRAVEROBBER: DRUG MARKET, SUB-MARKET, SOMETIMES I WONDER WHY I EVER GOT IN. BLOOD MARKET, LOVE MARKET, SOMETIMES I WONDER WHY THEY NEED ME AT ALL. ZYDRATE COMES IN A LITTLE GLASS VIAL. SHILO: A LITTLE GLASS VIAL? SUPPORT GROUP: A LITTLE GLASS VIAL. GRAVEROBBER: AND THE LITTLE GLASS VIAL GOES INTO THE GUN LIKE A BATTERY. SUPPORT GROUP: Hhh-Hhh... GRAVEROBBER: AND THE ZYDRATE GUN GOES SOMEWHERE AGAINST YOUR ANATOMY. SUPPORT GROUP: Hhh-Hhh... GRAVEROBBER: AND WHEN THE GUN GOES OFF, IT SPARKS AND YOU’RE READY FOR SURGERY! SUPPORT GROUP: SURGERY! AMBER: GRAVEROBBER, GRAVEROBBER, SOMETIMES I WONDER WHY I EVEN BOTHER. GRAVEROBBER, GRAVEROBBER, SOMETIMES I WONDER WHY I NEED YOU AT ALL! GRAVEROBBER: AND AMBER SWEET IS ADDICTED TO THE KNIFE. SHILO: ADDICTED TO THE KNIFE? SUPPORT GROUP: ADDICTED TO THE KNIFE. GRAVEROBBER: AND ADDICTED TO THE KNIFE, SHE NEEDS A LITTLE HELP WITH THE AGONY. AND A LITTLE HELP COMES IN A LITTLE GLASS VIAL IN A GUN PRESSED AGAINST HER ANATOMY. AND WHEN THE GUN GOES OFF, MS. SWEET IS READY FOR SURGERY. GRAVEROBBER AND SUPPORT GROUP: SURGERY! AMBER: GRAVEROBBER, GRAVEROBBER, SOMETIMES I WONDER WHY I NEED YOU AT ALL... SUPPORT GROUP: IT’S CLEAN, IT’S CLEAR, IT’S PURE-- SHILO: IT’S WHAT? SUPPORT GROUP: IT’S RARE. GRAVEROBBER: IT TAKES YOU THERE. SHILO: IT WHAT? GRAVEROBBER: IT TAKES YOU THERE. AMBER: IT TAKES YOU THERE. GENTERNS: A LITTLE JUMP. GRAVEROBBER: BEFORE THE CUT! GENTERNS: WHY AGONIZE? GENTERNS: ANESTHETIZE! AMBER: I CAN’T FEEL NOTHING AT ALL! GRAVEROBBER: ‘CAUSE SURGERY… SHILO: ‘CAUSE SURGERY…? AMBER: ‘CAUSE SURGERY… GRAVEROBBER: IS WHAT SHE NEEDS… SHILO: IS WHAT I NEED…? AMBER: IT’S WHAT I NEED. GRAVEROBBER: TO CHANGE INSIDE. SHILO: TO CHANGE INSIDE? AMBER AND SUPPORT GROUP: TO FEEL ALIVE! GRAVEROBBER: MAG’S CONTRACT’S GOT SOME MIGHTY FINE PRINT. SUPPORT GROUP: SOME MIGHTY...FINE...PRINT... GRAVEROBBER: AND THAT MIGHTY FINE PRINT PUTS MAG IN A MIGHTY FINE PREDICAMENT... IF MAG UP AND SPLITS, HER EYES ARE FORFEIT AND IF GENECO AND ROTTI SO WILL IT, THEN A REPO MAN WILL COME AND SHE’LL PAY FOR THAT SURGERY, SURGERY! GRAVEROBBER AND SUPPORT GROUP: SURGERY, SURGERY! AMBER AND SUPPORT GROUP: I CAN’T FEEL NOTHING AT ALL... Back to main page: REPO! The Genetic Opera Lyrics
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