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I'm walkin' down the
Of the seventh of the Grace Hospital
I'm make it to the end
I'm gonna smoke a cigarette, the cigarette is my only

I can hear my a-slappin'
I can feel my gown
got my whole being set into making it to the end
Of the seventh corridor of the Grace Hospital

These are my people, hello Joe, how ya
Don't I take good of you, Joe?
Mrs. Bergman, how you What? No, I don't have your mail
I'm not the friggin'

I'm going to it to the end
And I make it to the end I will smoke my cigarette

They make it hard to smoke here
But got it all figured out
They make it hard and that builds up your
And then they you to check out

a man in traffic below
He's all revved up with to go
He's a-cursin' and a-swearin' and watchin' the rain drops
Roll his windshield

He's stuck in hour traffic and he's sayin'
"Oh, I shoulda that farm in the country
I woulda been by now
I woulda been cows and sloppin' pigs
And benign things to my benign wife"

"Instead of here lookin' up the tail-pipe
Of someone I do not even know and probably wouldn't
And lookin' up at the at the end
Of the seventh floor of the Hospital"

I'm walking down the
Of the floor of the Grace Hospital
Everything's green here, a green nightmare
come every Thursday morning

They spend an hour in the boardroom making like this
They say, "Oh yes, green like the grass, like the
That'll make everyone brighten up and so happy
'em feel so pleased"

Well, I'm so pleased that when I get out of
I'm gonna write fuckin' greeting
Tellin' everyone how sweet it is

Green, it just reminds everybody of own shit
And their own and oh, the blonde, she pats her hair
And she aluminum chlorohydrate on her fingertips and oh
"Daniel" Yes, "Would you come the office please?"

I'm down the corridor
Of the Grace
I'm look out at the rain
At the sweet, sweet

There's a man in below

Instead I'm sitting here in rush hour traffic up the tail pipe
Of someone I do not and probably would not even like
And this face at the end
Of the seventh corridor of the Grace Hospital
Lookin' out at the goddamn

I'm walkin' down the
I'm startin' to get withdrawal but I'm make it to the end
I can feel my gown and I can hear my slippers a-slappin'
Hello Mrs. Bergman, no, I don't the goddamn mail

And if you don't keep your dog up
I'm gonna the dog catcher come
I don't if you're ninety years old and he's sixteen
And been together all this time
He's take him away, don't ask me for the mail
"Daniel, will you come the office?"

I'm down the corridor of the Grace Hospital
Me and my bride, there's gonna be a today
I'm so happy inside, oh, me and my rolling bride
Here we go hand in hand, needle in arm, she is my friend

When I get to the end I will out at the traffic below
And I will smile sort of sweetly and my head
And everyone will look up and think that I'm out at the rain
As if it's the sweetest thing I've seen

The Grace Hospital is a terminal
And knows that and
And that's why the food's so bad and
And can I see your boarding passes please, oh?

Last night came into my room
And took my bag of sugar water
And must have changed it for some strange potion
'Cause now I feel like I'm on some strange ocean

a man in traffic

Instead I'm here in traffic
up at this white balloon at the end of a liquid string
At the end of the seventh of the Grace Hospital
out at the goddamn rain
Like it's the sweetest thing that he's seen

O, I'm gonna save

I'm running down the
Of the seventh floor of the Grace
Me and my family, on everybody
We're heading the runway, we're gonna kick this thing

on Mrs. Bergman, there'll be so much mail
I'm taking off of the
I'm moving out the rain, out into the rain
Out into the sweet goddamn, sweet goddamn