I am a hospital with many wardsnI'm saving lives and fixing peoplesnHearts but mine's not in it,nHearts but mine's not in it.nEmergencies and AccidentsnAnd ambulances are my oxygen,nAnd people are my bloodnAnd corridors my veins and every daynIs just the same,nParamedics and pain,nI won't complainnIt could be worse,nThe old folks homes are cursed.nnYou've got a date with me,nCould be tonight it could be years,nYou've got a date with me,nCould be tonight it could be years.nnAnd every second people dienAnd many of them are insidenAnd most will be here soon,nMost will be here soon.nAnd seriously I hate my worknBut someone's got to do it thoughnThe poetry is lost on me,nYou're born, you live, you die, that's all that InCan see from here,nBeen counting down the years,nThe wrecking ball is far off yetnAnd till it comes I'm something of a prophet.nnYou've got a date with me,nCould be tonight it could be years,nYou've got a date with me,nCould be tonight it could be years.nnIt could be years. It could be tonight.