Cards And Fleurs

If I hit the brake just a minute too late,

And the sound of tinkling glass is in my head literally,

But it's really all right, and I could use the vacation,

And I think that emergency ward would be the place to go,

So please reserve me a table in the operating room,

And tell me how much to tip the anesthesiologist



So send me cards and flowers, put them in the mail,

I think my heart is going to fail.



Fear and hell, just to be alive just for one more day,

All my life, struggle and strife, a secret to hide away,

Fear and hell, sometimes I just can't help myself