There’s a lot of nostrums guy could feed you,
but in fact, none of them would relieve you.
Guy used to use a leech; now guy’ll cut a skin breech
and bleed you.

Bled enough, and after that you’ll swell be;
it’s thoughts of your health that do impel B.
Guy’ll go to find his knife, extract fluid of life…
the CC’s.

Guy’ll let out CCs,
until he cannot take out much more
There’ll be a spurt spree…
to the pan it drips and overflows onto the floor.

Bleed until much of it is without you;
in a while there will be no more stout you.
The objective’s to be Medieval as can be:
Guy’ll bleed you.

Guy’ll let out CCs
until he just can’t take out much more.
There’ll be a surge leak;
a bleeding like this is just what such doctors are for.

Bleed until much of it is without you;
in a while there will no more stout you.
The doctor now will see you; his name’s Kennedy.
He’ll bleed you
and bleed you…
decease you.