Ambulance vs. Ambulance

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Jordan Blilie, with Johnny Whitney] Ambulance X extracts several consultants From the slow, gumming death at the office orifice Ambulance Y imprisons the sigh Of the recent amputee and dumps her in the xylophone trees Ambulance X scours the tanning complex For Repunzels rotting in their skin-cooking coffins Ambulance Y drops the body at the doorstep! [Verse 2: Jordan Blilie, Johnny Whitney, both] Ambulance X pulls you out of the party And rubs your freckles like a DJ to his records Ambulance Y teaches you the word "goodbye" And cuts off your hands to show you where you stand Under the monolith, under the monolith! [Pre-Chorus: Johnny Whitney, Jordan Blilie] What is love? What is scam? What is sun? What is tan!? [Chorus 1: Johnny Whitney & Jordan Blilie] The Ambulance Angels a-pull up to your doorstep The sirens flash emergency, oh yeah, "You'd better come quick" The Ambulance Angels chisel a crack in your mouth And then they paint a landscape with your regret and shouts [Post-Chorus: Johnny Whitney, Jordan Blilie] Roll tape! Decode the moans! Roll tape! Decode the moans! And ventilate the scandal from these locked-up mouth holes! Roll tape! Decode the moans! [Verse 3: Johnny Whitney] You'll never see your wife and children again So tell us what was going through your head When you looked into their eyes and Said, "No thanks, I'll take the hooker instead"? [Refrain: Johnny Whitney, Jordan Blilie] Roll tape! Decode the moans! Roll tape! Decode the moans! And ventilate the scandal from these locked-up mouth holes! Roll tape! Decode the moans! Roll tape! Decode the moans! [Verse 4: Johnny Whitney, with Jordan Blilie] You'll never see that office again So when the nurse amputates both of your thighs Come a little bit closer to the mic and Tell us what you miss more: your desk or the hungry sky? Ah-ah! [Chorus 2: Jordan Blilie & Johnny Whitney] The Ambulance Angels a-pull up to the graveyard And leave you there bubbling on broken sonnets and shards The Ambulance Angels a-notify your next of kin And show them the scrap book of your operation: [Outro: Jordan Blilie & Johnny Whitney] "His head was a faucet leaking love, laughter, and lies All his secret wishes, all his world-famous sighs But before you roll over, oh yeah, before you give in Just remember we're coming back for your children"