Where the Bloodline Ends (Vasectomy Song)

Well, I'm sitting here on Little Death Row
Where the bloodline ends
Just me and three hundred million
Of my closest personal friends

'Cos lust can lead to the sack and sin
And sin can lead to kin
So, let's get this damn thing over with
Pass the valium and the gin

Call in a doctor
One with a steady hand
To eradicate the prospect
Of a pregnancy unplanned

No shotgun, no tears, no paternity suit
No screaming brood just 'cos she looked cute
No DNA test, no alibis
No child support, no family ties
Where the bloodlinе ends

In the operating thеater
The testicular star turn
Was shrinking from the spotlight
And the quarterizing burn

So they administered anesthetic
And plenty of that dope
Now let's prepare an ice-pack
And hang the pope!

Hang the pope!

Yes, the needle was long
But that needle was thin
Now I'm on oxycodone-acetamin
Washed down with a slug
Of Gentleman Jack
And it's only two weeks
'Til the great comeback

Where the bloodline ends
Where the bloodline ends
Where the bloodline ends
Where the bloodline ends