Grace Hospital

Lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm walkin' down the corridor Of the seventh floor of the Grace Hospital I'm gonna make it to the end I'm gonna smoke a cigarette Because a cigarette is my only friend I can hear my slippers slappin' I can feel my gown a-flappin' I've got my whole being set into making it to the end Of the seventh floor corridor of the Grace Hospital These are my people Hello Joe, how ya doin'? Don't I take good care of you, Joe? Mrs. Bergman, how you doin'? What? No, I don't have your mail! I'm gonna make it to the end And when I make it to the end I will smoke my cigarette They make it very hard to smoke here but I've got it all figured out Make it hard and it builds up your strength They don't want you to check out [Chorus] Oh, there's a man in traffic below He's all revved up with nowhere to go He's a-cursin' and swearin', watchin' the raindrops roll Roll down his windshield And he's stuck in rush hour traffic and he's sayin' "Oh, I shoulda bought that farm I woulda been home by now I woulda been milkin' cows and sloppin' pigs And sayin' benign things to my benign wife Instead of sittin' here lookin' up the tailpipe Of someone I do not even know and probably wouldn't like And lookin' up at the face At the end of the seventh floor of the Grace Hospital" [Verse 2] Oh, I'm walking down the corridor Of the seventh floor of the Grace Hospital Everything's green here Like a green nightmare They come every Thursday morning They spend an hour in the boardroom making decisions like this They say, "Oh yeah. Green like the grass, like the trees That'll make everyone brighten up and feel so happy Make them feel so pleased!" Well, I'm so pleased when I get out of here I'm gonna write fuckin' greeting cards Tellin' everyone how sweet it is here Oh, it just reminds everybody of their own shit and their own puke And oh, the blonde, she pats her hair And she tastes aluminum chlorohydrate on her fingertips And oh— "Daniel!" Yes? "Would you come into the office please" I'm walkin' down the corridor of the Grace Hospital I'm gonna look out at the rain, at the sweet, sweet rain [Chorus] There's a man in traffic below He's all revved up with nowhere to go He's cursin' and swearin', watchin' the goddamn raindrops roll Roll down his windshield And he's, oh he's sayin' "Oh, I shoulda bought that farm in the country I woulda been home by now I woulda been sloppin' pigs and milkin' cows Instead I'm sitting here in rush hour traffic Lookin' up the tailpipe of someone I do not know And probably would not even like And oh, and watchin' this face At the end of the seventh corridor Grace Hospital Lookin' out at the goddamn rain" [Verse 3] I'm walkin' down the corridor Oh, I'm startin' to get withdrawal Oh, but I'm gonna make it to the end I can feel my gown a-flappin' And I can hear my slippers slappin' Oh, oh, hello Mrs. Bergman No, I don't have the goddamn mail! And if you don't keep your dog tied up I'm gonna have the dog catcher come I don't care if you're ninety years old, you're gonna go any minute And he's sixteen and you've been together all this time He's gonna take him away Don't ask me for the mail "Daniel, will you come into the office?" [Verse 4] I'm walking down the corridor of the Grace Hospital Me and my bride There's gonna be a wedding today I'm feeling so happy inside Oh me and my rolling bride Here we go hand in hand, needle in arm She is my only friend Oh, when I get to the end I will look out at the traffic below And I will, I will smile sort of sweetly and tilt my head And everyone will look up and think that I'm lookin' out at the rain As if it's the sweetest thing I've ever seen And Grace Hospital is a terminal hospital And everybody knows that And maybe that's why the food's so bad And can I see your fuckin' boarding passes please... oh! Last night someone came into my room And they took my bag of sugar water And must have changed it for some strange potion 'Cause now I feel like I'm floatin' on some strange ocean [Chorus] There's a man in traffic below He's all revved up and nowhere to go And he's cursin' and swearin' and watchin' the raindrops roll Sayin', "I shoulda bought that farm in the country I, I woulda been home by now I woulda been milkin' cows and sloppin' pigs And I don't know Instead I'm sittin' here in traffic lookin' up at this white balloon At the end of a liquid string At the end of the seventh floor of the Grace Hospital Lookin' out at the, the goddamn rain Like it's the sweetest thing that he's ever seen" [Post-Chorus] Oh, I'm gonna save myself Oh, I'm gonna save myself Oh, I'm gonna save myself Oh [Verse 5] I'm running down the corridor Of the seventh floor of the Grace Hospital Me and my family Come on everybody! We're heading down the runway We're gonna kick this thing Come on Mrs. Bergman There'll be, there'll be so much mail! I'm taking off of the runway I'm moving out into the rain Out into the rain Out into the sweet goddamn, sweet goddamn rain [Outro] Thank you