Lyrics Ambulance Song - Cop Shoot Cop

Ambulance Song

When it’s 4:30 in the morning
And the vacuum sucks you in
The tell tale trace of guilt upon your face
The sidewalk feels just like your skin
When your heart is full of winter
And your days become like living in a lie
And the clouds outside your bedroom windowpane
Resemble crippled children limping slowly 'cross the sky
When you grasp at straws like forgotten songs
And your memory’s short but the days are too long
Every dream that you bought seems to slip right through your hands
Well, love has got disorders and work has got demands
Don’t say a word
Don’t make a sound
Just might be going down
And when the sun is pounding on the pavement
And the streets are dripping flesh
And murder gets to sounding like a kind of inner peace
And everybody wants to know what’s going to happen next
Well, I won’t give away the end my little troubadour
Though I’ve been here before and I can’t bear to watch the rest
But don’t you blink, don’t close your eyes or it will pass you by
The weight of history is hanging on your chest
Don’t say a word
Don’t make a sound
Just might be going down
Well, your problem’s sticking with you just like flies up on a strip
You’d crawl inside your head but it ain’t worth the trip
You rearrange the furniture but it always looks the same
Christ on a crutch, too late, too much, call it a day
Don’t say a word
Don’t make a sound
Just might be going down
Could be you’re going down