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 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 pull up to your doorstep
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the sirens flash emergency,
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"you'd better come quick."
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The Ambulance Angels chisel a crack in your mouth,
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and then they paint a landscape with your regret and shouts.
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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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You'll never see your wife
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and children again so tell us what it was going through your head,
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when you looked into their eyes
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and said "no thanks i'll take the hooker instead"
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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 pull up to the graveyard,
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and leave you there bubbling broken sonnets and shards.
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The Ambulance Angels notify your next of kin
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and show them the scrap book of your operation:
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His head was a faucet leaking love, laughter and lies:
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all his secret wishes, all his world famous sighs.
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Before you remember, Oh yeah, before you give in,
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just remember we're coming back for your children.
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Ambulance Vs. Ambulance
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| The Blood Brothers |
