If I hit the brake just a minute too late
And the sound of tinkling glass is in my head literally
But it‘s really all right, and I could use the vacation
And I think that the emergency ward would be the place to go
So please reserve me a table in the operating room
And tell me how much to tip the anesthesiologist
So send me cards and flowers, put them in the mail
I think my heart is going to fail.
Fear and hell, just to be alive just for one more day
All my life, struggle and strife, a secret to hide a way
Fear and hell, sometimes I just can’t help myself