| I am a hospital with many wards |
| I’m saving lives and fixing peoples |
| Hearts but mine’s not in it, |
| Hearts but mine’s not in it. |
| Emergencies and Accidents |
| And ambulances are my oxygen, |
| And people are my blood |
| And corridors my veins and every day |
| Is just the same, |
| Paramedics and pain, |
| I won’t complain |
| It could be worse, |
| The old folks homes are cursed. |
| You’ve got a date with me, |
| Could be tonight it could be years, |
| You’ve got a date with me, |
| Could be tonight it could be years. |
| And every second people die |
| And many of them are inside |
| And most will be here soon, |
| Most will be here soon. |
| And seriously I hate my work |
| But someone’s got to do it though |
| The poetry is lost on me, |
| You’re born, you live, you die, that’s all that I |
| Can see from here, |
| Been counting down the years, |
| The wrecking ball is far off yet |
| And till it comes I’m something of a prophet. |
| You’ve got a date with me, |
| Could be tonight it could be years, |
| You’ve got a date with me, |
| Could be tonight it could be years. |
| It could be years. It could be tonight. |