Surgery

You'll never have the damn 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 above 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