| Song | Mondo Medicale |
| Artist | Impaled |
| Album | Death After Life |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : McGrath, Sewage | |
| 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 |
| zuo qu : McGrath, Sewage | |
| Grinding forth from the halls of education | |
| Replete with the stench of dessication | |
| Four premeds suffer condemnation | |
| Tomes were perused, tombs were abused | |
| All medicolegal 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 sculapian methods leave them all vexed | |
| Surgical aspirations, all dignified | |
| Postmodern | |
| Versali, repersonified | |
| But for our successes, we' re villified | |
| A trocar employed for psychosurgery | |
| 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 |
| zuò qǔ : McGrath, Sewage | |
| Grinding forth from the halls of education | |
| Replete with the stench of dessication | |
| Four premeds suffer condemnation | |
| Tomes were perused, tombs were abused | |
| All medicolegal 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 sculapian methods leave them all vexed | |
| Surgical aspirations, all dignified | |
| Postmodern | |
| Versali, repersonified | |
| But for our successes, we' re villified | |
| A trocar employed for psychosurgery | |
| 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 |