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 send 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