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

I can my slippers a-slappin'
I can feel my a-flappin'
I've got my being set into making it to the end
Of the seventh floor corridor of the Hospital

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

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

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

There's a man in below
He's all up with nowhere to go
He's and a-swearin' and watchin' the rain drops roll
down his windshield

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

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

I'm walking the corridor
Of the seventh of the Grace Hospital
Everything's green here, a green nightmare
They come Thursday morning

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

Well, I'm so that when I get out of here
I'm gonna write fuckin' cards
everyone how sweet it is here

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

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

There's a man in traffic

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

I'm down the corridor
I'm startin' to get but I'm gonna make it to the end
I can feel my gown a-flappin' and I can my slippers a-slappin'
Mrs. Bergman, no, I don't have the goddamn mail

And if you don't your dog tied up
I'm gonna have the dog catcher
I don't care if you're ninety old and he's sixteen
And you've together all this time
gonna take him away, don't ask me for the mail
"Daniel, you come into the office?"

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

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

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

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

a man in traffic

Instead I'm sittin' in traffic
up at this white balloon at the end of a liquid string
At the end of the floor of the Grace Hospital
Lookin' out at the rain
Like it's the sweetest thing that ever seen

O, I'm save myself

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

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