Self Conducted Orchiopexy Lyrics

This must be fixed, it burrows inside.
Several years, failing to drop.
My manhood in question.
Will I ever be the same?
No one can know, I'll conduct this myself.
A hanging tater and it's lonely tot, surgically cut so it will drop.
Incisions and scraping tissue away.
Devouring the scrotum, my fork separates.
Self experiment, have I gone mad?
A fork and a spoon were all that I had.
With my spoon, an agonizing scoop.
Digging and tugging to force it down.
A criminal act upon myself, hideous ideas reveal the horror.
A mangled mess before my eyes, the ghastly terror reveals my demise.
Burdened by guilt, an impatient will, I hope a man will soon be revealed.
A hanging tater and it's lonely tot, surgically cut so it will drop.
Incisions and scraping tissue away.
Devouring the scrotum, my fork separates.
Self experiment, have I gone mad?
A fork and a spoon were all that I had.