My lungs breakin' down
Each breath a wheeze, that can't be good now
New lungs, could call 'em fresh
Had 'em kept in cold storage with the rest

My transplants, mine, not yours
Ev'ry single organ type behind these doors
My transplants, mine to switch
I'm not lyin' here on a waitin' list

My needs are a cinch to meet
When one organ fails me, pristine one's in reach
Sewn into my body, real simple work
No need to pay the doctor's bill, I'd call that a perk

They're my transplants, mine, not yours
Try to take one? Buried underneath my floor
My transplants, mine to pick
From those investigatin'
Oh, a little bit too much was explained
Say, is your liver a-workin' strong?

You've got questions, have to assume
Self-surgery? Surely that's a joke? Not true
I'm no standard human dude
So sick of wakin' up inside the morgue, it feels rude

So my transplants, mine, not yours
Are a necessary evil that I abhor
My transplants, mine to stick
Somewhere in me connected
Oh, it's been a while since doctor's school, mate
I hope I've not put some in all wrong
That means I've gotta get some more replaced, mmm-hmm

They're my transplants, mine, not yours
Swear to you I'm not a monster at my core
Have my transplants, my own list
You get that I'm not leavin' witnesses?

Beneath the floor
Join my transplants
No, don't go, my transplants
Need to make some new friends