Veins
This parody written by Greg Crowther)
 | Veins -- cells and plasma flow through my veins, And they ain't the kind that move in the breeze. Whoa-oh, these veins of blood meet my transport needs, yeah. Veins -- every organ has its own veins Where it dumps its waste with a tiny splash. Whoa-oh, these veins of blood pick up the trash, yeah. You'd better believe it -- the heart pumps blood around, And the veins retrieve it so the work done by the heart is not in Vain -- cells and plasma flow through my veins, And they ain't the kind that move in the breeze. Whoa-oh, these veins of blood meet my transport needs, yeah. Now, when a tissue produces waste, It's not an issue, because the waste is swept away into the Veins -- cells and plasma flow through my veins, And they ain't the kind that move in the breeze. Whoa-oh, these veins of blood meet my transport needs, yeah. Veins. Veins of blood. Veins of blood. Veins of blood |
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