Ambulance X extracts several consultants
A slow gumming death, office orifice
Ambulance Y imprisons the sigh
A recent amputee and dumps her in the xylophone trees
Ambulance X scours the tanning complex
For repunzels rotting in their skin cooking coffins
Ambulance Y drops the body at the door step
Ambulance X pulls you out of the party
And rubs your freckles like a DJ to his records
Ambulance Y teaches you the word goodbye
And cuts off your hands to show you where you stand
Under the monolith
Under the monolith
What is (love), what is (scam)
What is (sun), what is (tan)

The Ambulance Angels pull up to your doorstep
The sirens flash emergency, oh yeah, you'd better come quick
The Ambulance Angels chisel a crack in your mouth
And then they paint a landscape of your regret and shouts

Roll tape, decode the moans.
Roll tape, decode the moans.
Then ventilate the scandal from these locked up mouth holes.
Roll tape, decode the moans.

You'll never see your wife and children again
So tell us what was going through your head
When you looked into their eyes and said
No thanks, I'll take the hooker instead

Roll tape, decode the moans
Roll tape, decode the moans
Then ventilate the scandal from these locked up mouth holes
Roll tape, decode the moans
Roll tape, decode the moans

You'll never see that office again
So when the nurse amputates both of your thighs
Come a little bit closer to the mic and tell us what you miss more
Your desk or the hungry sky

The Ambulance Angels pull up to the graveyard
And leave you there bubbling broken sonnets and shards
The Ambulance Angels notify your next of kin
And show them the scrapbook of your operation
His head was a faucet leaking love, laughter and lies
All his secret wishes, all his world-famous sighs
But before you run over
Oh yeah before you give in
Just remember we're coming back for your children