Surgery

You'll never have the damned thing out
Or meet the pope and kiss his neck
And like him more than you expect

And in my mind, the color red
Is writ in blood upon your head
Tonight, when the time is right

You'll never wear the damned thing out
Or meet the queen and kiss her throat
And ask her where she hangs her coat

And in my mind, the color blue
Will never be as dark as you
Tonight, when the time is right

You'll never wash the damned things out
Or meet the judge and kiss his figs
And wonder where he keeps his wigs

And in my mind, the color pink
Will do more damage than you think
Tonight

And in my mind, the color green
Is oh so lovely and obscene
Tonight, when the time is right