The Mad Doctor

by JEFF   Feb 18, 2008


Torture chamber, torture chamber,
How many lives can we consume today,
Torture chamber, torture chamber,
Oh, how I enjoy the games we play.

So when I'm in my torture chamber,
I put on my bloody robe and gloves.
Ripping off arms, legs, and fingers
The torture chamber shows no love.

I have more tools than I can name,
I'll tell you some of my most loved.
A Troemner Percussion Hammer for the skulls,
Helping me rip open the scalps from above.

Oscillant electric autopsy saw for cutting,
Slicing through my victims with such ease.
So the next time you need a cheap surgeon,
You can call on me right away if you please.

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