Panic On The Streets Of Health Care City
The I.V. drips the days drag on
The anesthetics now wearing off.
Adjust the light switch in the hall.
This is the end.
These are the last days.
These are the last days.
Now take our hands in a roll of red tape
Genetic information strands hold tighter than trip wires
And we awake in the light of other lives
This can't be happening.
Time is up for me, yeah.
So what happened to the hospital
To cut the cost of collapsing health?
Dying in the shadow of the hospital!
We got the city in our blood,
And it's making us sick.
But you stay alive 'till their blood fills up your wallet
Blazing up the sky.
These are the last days.
These are the last days.
Where we all wake.
Where we all wake.
The I.V. drips the days drag on
The anesthetics now wearing off.
Adjust the light switch in the hall,
Someone has left it on.
And maybe the X-ray screen keeps it from getting dark.
The bulb burns out when it gets too hot.
Are we just a blink in the eyes of the pulse machine
Is the lightening the force in the storm?
Try to shut up, codeine catch as the windows latch.
And the clock keeps circling the room, tick tock.
We lost control! (White out white out!)
In white outs we follow magnetic fields to the fire. (White out white out!)
Out of control
We fight currents in the water, we can't let go of the shore.
We lost control.
compositores: Tom Keeley,Tim Payne,Steve Pedulla,Geoff Rickly,Tucker Rule
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