Went to get a tat just yesterday
at an adroit cramped joint called labor pains.
Skimming through magazines just to refrain
thoughts of contusion piercing my brain.

A guy in strange attire
uttered, "Sir, right this way."
He was holding a steak knife,
so I started to pray.

Wheezing, kneeling,
hurl in, trash bin...
thoughts driving me insane...

Walked up to the man said, "Lead the way."
As I crawl to the chair the bloke explains,
"There is a reason we're called labor pain."
"I don't wanna know!" I did proclaim.

Everything else went unsaid.
Said he'd been doing it four years.
I got a really good fright
when he reached for his beer.

Needles Gleaming,
Sketch in, my skin...
I'm blacking out again...

Feel my consciousness start to give way
As I feel the cold steel brush by my veins.
Realize now that I am truly inane
Passed out at the parlor, what a shame.

[repeat chorus 4 times]

Tattoo, Tattoo, Tattoo, Tattoo.
[repeat]

[Fade away...
Feel my consciousness fading away...
Feel my consciousness fading away...
Feel my co...]