The Chop Shop.. talkin’ blues

I went to see my Rabbi, I’d been feelin’ kinda sick..
Doe’s he know a doctor who might cure me real quick
I met the good doctor the very next day.
My kidneys they are shot ..  How much should I pay?

I said I got plenty ‘cause I’m busy  selling ecstasy,
He told me he had a placed that would be just right for me

The clinic door was open, this place it must be Blessed..
I sat on down in a chair next to the desk..

They had row of lungs, and corneas on ice,
the donors wouldn’t need them in paradise.

I saw rows of freezer chests and cases;
And one of the freezers was for transplanting faces.

I asked Sidney at the counter about where the kidney came from..
Was it from someone healthy, or some old drunken bum?

He said it was from the Middle East, from a young girl who was healthy,
And now, I’m told that her parents are now very wealthy.

Down at the chop shop.. lord.. down ..down at the chop shop..

There was an accident at the clinic and the young girl had died.
Her parents didn’t like it and of course they cried.

They didn’t know the medics ran off with her kidneys and her eyes..
She won’t need them anymore. she’s in paradise..

So I went up close to look a little closer.
A question crossed my mind was this kidney Kosher?

Down at the chop shop.. Down at the chop shop..  Down at the  chop shop

Now that it’s all over, and a new kidney is now inside me..
I thankful to my lucky stars that it wasn’t denied me.

My appetite has changed since death was so much closer.
Yet still I wonder ..Huh..Is my kidney Kosher?

After my the transplant my thoughts all have somehow changed..
It’s almost like my thinking has been somehow rearranged..

I used to like bagels, and now I like falafels..
I used to be a racist, but now I think it’s awful

So I added up the value of all a persons parts,
and when you round out the figures it don’t take much smarts…

If you work and save with all your heart
you’ll never be worth your body parts

Down at the chop shop…..

Fade to black——-