Hospital Fly

oh as the sad mechanic

I tried to fix your stomach

for parts and labors

I searched the recovery room

you need a compass on your forehead

'cause you're lost in my afterlife

you need a top hat for the nightmares

when you're under the knife

your wings are on that machine

your brain is on a kite

and your face is on that hospital fly

oh as the plastic surgeon

I tried to fix your cheekbones

for parts and labor

I searched the old junkyard

I need life insurance on my zipper

to kick you out of my pants

I need car insurance on my lover

I crashed under her trance

you're in orbit around my dreams

your breath smells like needles

and your face on is on that hospital fly

your wings are on that machine

your brain is on a kite

and your face is on that hospital fly