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Ambulance X extracts several consultants |
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from the slow gumming death at the office orifice. |
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Ambulance Y imprisons the sigh of the recent amputee |
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and dumps her in the xylophone trees. |
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Ambulance X scours the tanning complex for repunzels |
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rotting in their skin cooking coffins. |
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Ambulance Y drops the body off at the door step. |
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Ambulance X pulls you out of the party |
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and rubs your freckles like a DJ to his records |
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but Ambulance Y teaches you the word goodbye |
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and cuts off your hands to show you where you stand, |
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under the monolith, under the monolith |
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of what is love and what is scam, |
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what is sun and what is tan. |
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The Ambulance Angels |
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pull up to your doorstep |
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the sirens flash emergency, |
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oh yeah, "you'd better come quick." |
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The Ambulance Angels |
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chisel a crack in your mouth, |
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and then they paint a landscape |
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with your regret and shouts. |
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Roll tape and decode the moans, |
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Roll tape and decode the moans, |
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ventilate the scandal from these locked up mouth holes. |
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Roll tape and decode the moans, |
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You'll never see your wife and children |
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again, so tell us what it was going through your head, |
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when you looked in, into their eyes |
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and said "no thanks I'll take the hooker instead" |
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Roll tape and decode the moans, |
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Roll tape and decode the moans, |
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ventilate the scandal from these locked up mouth holes. |
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Roll tape and decode the moans, |
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Roll tape and decode the moans, |
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You'll never see that office again |
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so when the nurse amputates both of your thighs |
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come a little bit closer to the mic |
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and tell us what you miss more, your desk or the hungry sky. |
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The Ambulance Angels |
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pull up to the graveyard, |
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and leave you there bubbling |
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broken sonnets and shards. |
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The Ambulance Angels |
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notify your next of kin |
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and show them the scrap book |
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of your operation: |
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His head was a faucet |
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leaking love, laughter and lies: |
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all his secret wishes, |
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all his world famous sighs. |
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Before you remember, |
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Oh yeah, before you give in, |
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just remember we're coming |
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back for your children. |
