When those nitro bubbles
They build up but were unplanned
Well nothing, whoa nothing is going right
Soon your eyes, they're absentee
And so you must prepare
To lighten up this decompression blight

You got no-one to blame
It's your fault, so you must lay claim
If you scuba, oh yeah maybe
You're risking the bends
See your lungs go really small
Over microphone you'll call
That you need air, swear, swear, swear!
You've got the bends

If the blood inside you
Should turn bad and full of gas
And you think that diving it really blows
Deep your blood will bubble and sharks will circle 'round
And soon God will be knocking upon your door

All your fun's down the drain
And you're feeling insistent pain
Your survival, on you it depends
Heaven is your next port of call
If your heart decides to stall
So you need air, yeah, yeah, yeah

Hey, ain't it crap to know that you've got the bends?

Your blood it can run so cold
It's hurtin' and it's squirtin'
Be with Davy Jones in his locker
Oh yeah, where arthropods are

Squids just crawl out the brine
And you feel them ticklin' your spine
Fish are goggling
At you in your pain

Oh babe, ain't it clear that
Nitrogen narcosis sucks
Maybe survive you can do with luck
Lord, just save me from this muck
You've got the bends
You've got the bends
Ain't it crap to know you've got the bends
Ain't it crap to know you've got the bends
You've got the bends