Lady Godiva, dressed so demurely, Pats the head of another curly-haired boy,
Just another toy. Sick with silence, she weeps sincerely, Saying words that
have oh so clearly been said So long ago. Draperies wrapped gently around her
shoulder, Life has made her that much bolder now That she [has] found out how.
Dressed in silk, latin lace and envy, Pride and joy of the latest penny-fare,
Pretty passing care. Hair today now dipped in the water, Making love to every
poor daughter's son, Isn't it fun? Now today, propping grace with envy, Lady
Godiva peers to see if anyone's there And hasn't a care. "Doctor is coming,"
the nurse thinks SWEETLY, Turning on the machines that NEATLY PUMP AIR. The
body lies bare. Shaved and hairless, what once was SCREAMING, Now lies silent
and ALMOST SLEEPING. The rain must have gone away. STRAPPED SECURELY TO THE
WHITE TABLE, ETHER CAUSES THE BODY TO WITHER AND WRITHE, Underneath the white
light. THE DOCTOR ARRIVES WITH A KNIFE AND BAGGAGE SEES THE GROWTH, JUST SO
MUCH CABBAGE That must now be cut away. NOW COMES THE MOMENT OF GREAT, GREAT
DECISION. THE DOCTOR IS MAKING HIS FIRST INCISION. One goes here, AND ONE GOES
THERE. "The ether tube's leaking," says someone who's sloppy. THE PATIENT, IT
SEEMS, IS NOT SO WELL SLEEPING. The screams echo off the walls. Don't panic --
someone give him pentathol instantly. The doctor removes his blade cagily slow
from the brain. BY MY COUNT OF TEN. THE HEAD WON'T MOVE! [N.B. Normal text is
sung by John Cale; UPPER-CASE TEXT IS SUNG/SPOKEN/SHOUTED BY LOU REED.]
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