Lyrics by Hewings/Boag. Music by These Animal Men

Released on (Come On, Join) The High Society LP

Ambulance

Fashion me a tourniquet to stop my bleeding
Stich your way across my skin
Run your hands across my wounds and feel my pleasure
Caress my tears away

Let's go for a ride in your chariot of white
And your siren's out of sight
And your medical machine is going beep beep

So long Chelsea road
So long the high street
Speed on to fate unknown
Check it out and check it in
And put it back together the very best you can

Sir, your ambulance men are here
I dig your ambulance, dig your beautiful chant
Your halo of blue and your white exterior
Medical interior, majestic majesty, beautiful velocity
Your plastic and your chrome

Which way to the bloodbath?

When I see ya
When I feel ya
When I know you're next to me
When Itouch ya
When I feel ya
When I know that things ain't
That things ain't the same around here

This is the motor car that taught me how to fly
Across your windscreen into the ditch nearby
I'm drowning in my blood and my wounds they scream enough

If my heroes don't come soon
When will I be OK?