Uga-Chaka, Uga-Chaka, Uga-Uga-Uga-Chaka
Uga-Chaka, Uga-Chaka, Uga-Uga-Uga-Chaka

I can't stop those bullets whizzing through the air
But i sure can heal your wounds, If you would care
When you're bleeding all over whe ground
Yet there's hope, i can hear your heart pound
I-I-I'm Hooked on prosthetics
And large anesthetics, And it's really quite pathetic

Wounds all gross and festering, makes me wanna puke
But i gotta heal em up, before they land the nuke
Man, you gotta hate those psi-blades, and those razor spines
I'll just heal you right back up, And make it up in fines

All of the good drugs sell out fast
5-50 stat, he's flat-line-ing

I-I-I'm Hooked on prosthetics
And large anesthetics, And it's really quite pathetic

All of the good drugs sell out fast
5-50 stat, he's flat-line-ing

I-I-I'm Hooked on prosthetics
And large anesthetics, And it's really quite pathetic