Paramedics brave and strong Up before the break of dawn
Putting poker faces on
Broken bodies all day long
The neighbors heard a fight
Someone had a knife
It must have have been the wife
Husband's lost a lot of blood
He wakes up screaming
"Oh my god, am I gonna die?
Am I gonna die?"
As they strapped his arms down to his sides
At times like these they'd been taught to lie
"Buddy just calm down, you'll be alright"
Several friends came to his grave
His children weren't so well-behaved
As the priest got up to speak
The assembly craved relief
But he himself had given up
So instead he offered them this bitter cup
"You're gonna die, we're all gonna die
Could be twenty years, could be tonight
Lately I have been wondering why
We go to so much trouble to postpone the unavoidable
And prolong the pain of being alive"
A sparkling showcase of David Bazan's storytelling ability within the confines of 5-minutes under, a bittersweet melody and a tale for rainy days.
I once wrote song titled 'Rojak Sellers and Bank Tellers' too. But it did not have much of a tune. In fact, come to think of it, it did not have many chords too. Nor did it have too many words. Just the words 'Rojak Sellers and Bank Tellers' written on the top and underlined. I stopped there cause I thought it was already seriously too good. Don't want to cause a commotion or anything. Peace and love.
Pedro the Lion - Priests and Paramedics (from Control)
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