At 8 o'clock You load the truck You check your medkit And you sign for drugs
The 911 Asks you around There's someone waiting For your help downtown Time is drawn Location bound The siren's roared out loud
Far cry, time to fly Fear and loathing's been left behind 911 is on the line And through.
Distant light in your sight, You're not gonna let people die Everybody's put their hope on you.
Two heart attacks, Car accidents, Some wicked people tried To steal your meds.
Some angry dogs, Injurious words If not for duty, You'd just fuck them all Time to go There's one more call You now there will be more
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If only could these people know What is that work about When in the morning you come home, Can't fall asleep for hours
The screams of terror crying deep In your inflamed brain And when you're finally asleep You see it all again
Far cry, time to fly Fear and loathing's been left behind 911 is on the line And through.
Distant light in your sight, You're not gonna let people die Everybody's put their hope on you.
Nav radar shows the star ECP's more effecive than CPR Adrenaline to spur the heart Injected in the vein
Fine men can go far Light beam and paintings on your car When someone is apart You make them one again One again You make them one again 'cause you are one fine man