Some nights the ER is quiet as an EKG But tonight it feels like every broken bone Tonight it feels like every wounded soul Is filling out a form or on the phone
I can´t talk now, I´m in a parade I can´t talk now, I´m in a parade Can´t talk to you now, I´m in a parade I can´t talk now, I´m in a parade
Diagnosis: schizophrenic Prognosis: guarded Medication: Seroquel Occupation: Street Angel
I drank some orange soda, then I drank some grape I wear a hoodie now to cover my mistake My head´s a lollipop, my head is a lollipop My head´s a lollipop and everyone wants to lick it
I wear a hoodie now so I won´t get a ticket I write my verse for the universe, that´s who I am
I can´t talk now, I´m in a parade I can´t talk now, I´m in a parade I can´t talk now, I´m in a parade Can´t talk to you now, I´m in a parade
Diagnosis: schizophrenic Prognosis: guarded Medication: Seroquel Occupation: Street Angel