E.R.

please nurse

gimme that purse

since I´m badly ill

due to that nasty spill

please let me fell pretty

as the girls of the city

ok, I´m not a girl

but who is who in this whirl..?

bedridden for weeks

my bones thru my cheeks

hope I´ll die before december

if I die on Christmas who´ll remember?

see nurse

there´s no cure for a curse

I´ll carry it until the end

there´s nobody to send

and the girls of the city

full of an artificial pity

clap their wanking hands

and bury my faulty glands

bedridden for weeks on end

no good time to spend

hope I´ll die before december

I´d rather go in a daze than surrender