Years from now i see you in the ICU
Hospital headlines can't speak for themselves
We're losing our patients
The patience bleeding in bed
Morphine makes for quite a medication
Headaches to the nurses
Doctor, oh doctor, such sweet composure
Heart transplants for the heartless
If we could waltz in the halls
Stretchers for saviors
I need a new fix (and new bedsheets)
IVs and ivory floors
Bloodstains on my gown
Cocaine got me in trouble
By God, I'm gonna get out of here
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