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I'm walkin' the corridor
Of the seventh floor of the Hospital
I'm gonna 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
I've got my whole being set making it to the end
Of the seventh floor corridor of the Hospital

are my people, hello Joe, how ya doin'?
Don't I take care of you, Joe?
Mrs. Bergman, how you doin'? What? No, I 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 will smoke my

make it very hard to smoke here
But I've got it all out
They make it hard and that up your strength
And then they you to check out

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

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

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

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

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

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

Green, it just reminds 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 into the office please?"

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

a man in traffic below

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

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

And if you don't keep your dog up
I'm gonna the dog catcher come
I don't care if you're ninety years old and sixteen
And you've been all this time
He's gonna 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 be a wedding today
I'm feeling so happy inside, oh, me and my 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 everyone will look up and that I'm lookin' out at the rain
As if it's the thing I've ever seen

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

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

There's a man in

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

O, I'm gonna myself

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

Come on Mrs. Bergman, 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, goddamn rain