Lyrics
lady godiva peers to see if anyone s there
Strapped securely to the white table, doctor removes his blade cagily slow from the brain, the ether s leaking, says someone who s sloppy
Lace and envy, what once was screaming
That she found out how, now comes the moment of great decision Lady, dressed in silk
And hasn t a care, lady godiva peers to see if anyone s there
life has made her that much bolder now
Isn t it fun, lace and envy
The ether s leaking, says someone who s sloppy, the brain must have got away
shaved and hairless
Lace and envy, one goes there
ether causes the body to wither and writhe
The ether s leaking, says someone who s sloppy, pride and joy of the latest penny-fare Underground, the brain must have got away
propping grace with envy
pretty passing care
draperies wrapped gently round her shoulder
the head won t move
And hasn t a care, turning on the machines that neatly pump air, saying words that have oh so clearly been said
lace and envy
the body lies bare
dressed so demurely
doctor removes his blade cagily slow from the brain
Turning on the machines that neatly pump air, one goes there, the brain must have got away
turning on the machines that neatly pump air
propping grace with envy
One goes there, life has made her that much bolder now
Turning on the machines that neatly pump air, dressed in silk
Turning on the machines that neatly pump air, draperies wrapped gently round her shoulder Velvet, that must now be cut away
Is not so well sleeping, just another toy, underneath the white light
making love to every poor daughter s son
now comes the moment of great decision
Underneath the white light, is not so well sleeping
Draperies wrapped gently round her shoulder, lace and envy, life has made her that much bolder now
Doctor arrives with a knife and baggage, strapped securely to the white table, now lies silent and almost sleeping
The ether s leaking, says someone who s sloppy, doctor removes his blade cagily slow from the brain
sick with silence
making love to every poor daughter s son
Turning on the machines that neatly pump air, lace and envy, the brain must have got away
doctor is coming, the nurse thinks sweetly
Making love to every poor daughter s son, now comes the moment of great decision