RepoMan

- Oz

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Out from the night, from the mist, steps the figure
No one really knows his name for sure
He stands at six foot six, head and shoulders
Pray he never comes knocking at your door

Say that you once bought a heart or new corneas
But somehow never managed to square away your debts
He won't bother to write or to phone you
He'll just rip the still-beating heart from your chest!

Reeeeepooooo maaaaan, reeeeepooooo maaaaan

Now you can run, you can hide, you can try to
But he always has a way of finding you
He will come at your weakest hour
When no one is around who might rescue you

Reeeeepooooo maaaaan, reeeeepooooo maaaaan

And none of us are free from this horror
For many years ago, we all fell in debt
New body parts were needed to perfect our image
And until our debts are clear, we will live in fear of the

Reeeeepoooooo maaaaaan, reeeeepooooo maaaaan

- Genetic Repo Man, Repo! The Genetic Opera

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Re-po maaaaan, re-po maaaaan!

It's a thankless job, but somebody's got to do it
Peelin' off the tissue inch by inch
Skinnin' off the muscles too
Harvesting the kidneys for the fall
Saving up the livers in the fridge
No one ever thanks me when I'm done
How self-absorbed people can be!

With a slice or a snip
Eeney, meeney, miney, moe
With a cut and a stitch
Returning organs good as new
Hahahahahahahahaha!

It's a thankless job, but somebody's got to do it
Like a mop and a broom
No one wants a thankless jooooooob

- Thankless Job, Repo! The Genetic Opera