Charcot

I'm finally getting his head checked
I'm finally getting his head checked
They'll find the missing link
The ugly tumor that wiped out my name

Who made that hole in your head?
Why don't you try to fix it?
Your insular lobe is so fucked up
They won't even know where to begin
Where to begin

Left the hospital days ago
I can't stand the smell of the waiting room
But if you ever wake up at all
The hole in your head is the place to remember me by

Oh baby, your lack of mirror nerves
Your insular lobe is all dried out
We won't even know where to begin
Where to begin
Where to begin

Oh baby, your lack of mirror nerves

Finally getting his head checked
Finally getting his lobotomy