Hospitals - Shiny Wet Machine

I’m waiting for something, waiting for no one

Waiting for someone quite like you

And I got a question, do you wanna kill time?

In aisle 3 with frozen food

Is this the high life?

'Cause we’re fucking low class

With BB guns and canvas shoes

Sleep on a mattress, I’ll sleep on concrete

As long as I am next to you

Tell me how to believe in you, oh God

I think this is an emergency

You’re my surgeon and I’m the patient

Rip my heart out and show me the way, baby

You’re a psycho rebel, a fucked up prom king

You got a cold inside your head

But if you let me, I’ll treat you better

Then all your exes ever did

So let’s buy a mansion when we get money

We’ll live on soda pop and grease

'Cause you could never pay with your chump change

For the American dream

Tell me how to believe in you, oh God

I think this is an emergency

You’re my surgeon and I’m the patient

Rip my heart out and show me the way, baby

Hospitals, hospitals, hospitals

Hospitals, hospitals, hospitals

Hospitals, hospitals, hospitals

Hospitals, hospitals