Mondo Medicale Lyrics - Impaled

Grinding forth from the halls of education 

Replete with the stench of dessication 

Four pre-meds suffer condemnation 

Tomes were perused, tombs were abused 

All medico-legal limitations refused 

With inhuman dexterity and intelligence, infused 

Master thespians in the operating theatre 

Likewise endowed in a gorenography feature 

Deranged we may be after a blood bath 

But all that rots can't be studied intact 

Sifting through reams of anatomical charts 

Bisecting livers and dissecting hearts 

Arcane knowledge for doctoral upstarts 

Rooting through a chum ridden morass 

Cells scrutinized on iodized glass 

We've mapped the structure of a carcass 

(solo: "Destroying Galen" by J. Kocol) 

(solo: "De Fabrica Humani Corpus" by S.C. McGrath) 

Up to our elbows in grue and claret 

We proffer quite a sanguine display 

As we rule this mondo medicale 

With scalpels and blades prepared on the tray 

Integument cut and dermis to flay 

You will rue this mondo medicale 

Bypassing moral balances and checks 

Summistes on high, rewriting texts 

Our æsculapian methods leave them all vexed 

Surgical aspirations, all dignified 

Post-modern Versali, repersonified 

But for our successes, we're villified 

A trocar employed for psycho-surgery 

In this bedlam of hospitality 

Though flesh and blood are dead inside 

The gross anatomy can still be applied 

To raise the stakes of medicine's breadth 

These choice cuts ours, until death 

Our work is to die for so don't be a knave 

Choke on it and go back to the grave