I'm a lover and a *. And I've been rich but I've been poor. It's not over now. . And the fortunes that we keep. Create bonds around our feet. It's not over now. . Call me an ambulance
greedy jaws of death and chance. And pull me in with steady hands they've given me a second chance. The artist in the ambulance, can we pick you off the ground. More than flashing lights and sound
