Cold War Kids – Hospital Beds lyrics

There's nothing to do here Some just whine and complain In bed in the hospital Coming and going Asleep and awake In bed at the hospital Tell me the story Of how you ended up here I've heard it all in the hospital Nothing's sufficing Doctors on tour Somewhere in India I've got one friend Laying across form me I did not choose him He did not choose me We've got no chance of recovery Joy and hospital Joy and misery Joy and misery Joy and misery Put out the fire boys Don't stop don't stop Put out the fire on us Put out the fire boys Don't stop don't stop Put out the fire on us Bring the buckets by the dozens Bring your nieces and your cousins Come put out the fire on us We are now fish and chips Italian opera We are now fish and chips Italian opera I've got one friend Laying across from me I did not choose him He did not choose me We've got no chance of recovery Joy and hospital Joy and misery The joy and misery The joy and misery The joy The joy The joy misery Put out the fire boys Don't stop don't stop Put out the fire on us Put out the fire boys Don't stop don't stop Put out the fire on us Bring the buckets by the dozens Bring your nieces and your cousins Put out the fire on us Explain Request ×

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