Stroke

Who's this life for anyway?

An inch is from a mile,

To live your life in an ambulance

Running all the lights.



My name is Hurricane Joe, tonight.

My name is Submarine Tom, tonight.



I fell into the rug last night,

Must have lost my eye.

Tell me doctor will I be all all right?

Will you look inside?



My name is Eskimo Bill, tonight.

My name is Parachute Bob, tonight.



Hand me a cigarette, Jim,

and ask the paramedic

If she will be my wife

So i can learn to crawl again

And finally open up my life.