Ambulance Song Songtext
von Cop Shoot Cop

When it′s 4:30 in the morning
And the vacuum sucks you in
The tell-tale trace of guilt upon your face
The sidewalk feels just like your skin
When your heart is full of winter
And your days become like living in a lie
And the clouds outside your bedroom window pane
Resemble crippled children limping slowly across the sky
When you grasp at straws like forgotten songs
And your memory's short but the days are too long
Every dream that you bought seems to slip right through your hands
Well, love has got disorders and work has got demands


Don′t say a word, don't make a sound
You just might be going down

When the sun is pounding on the pavement
And the streets are dripping flesh
Murder gets to sounding like a kind of inner peace
And everybody wants to know what's gonna happen next
Well, I won′t give away the end my little troubadour
Though I′ve been here before and I can't bear to watch the rest
But don′t you blink, don't close your eyes or it will pass you by
The weight of history is hanging on your chest

Well, your problems stickin′ with you just like flies upon the strip
You crawl inside your head but it ain't worth the trip
You rearrange the furniture but it always looks the same
Christ on a crutch, too late, too much, call it a day