Filthy Thieving Bastards - Take Me to the Medics lyrics

Take me to the hospital and wrap me up in stitches with holes left for my mouth to smoke and drink and make excuses Mind the nurses and the medics sometimes I bit the helping hand Leave the bottle and let me be wrapped up and bound, thirsty and mad Fill me up with what they got drown me with beer and wine IVs pills and whiskey shots medicinal divine credit the crooked doctor for filling up my tank for destroying my sobriety and saving a trip to the bank Twenty million cigarettes cigars and piss pints later unstoppable and headstrong feeling 10 years your junior hit the sack as morning comes wake at dusk with shakes and fever sick with nausea and demented repent like some true believer I'm filthy from the city air and f**ed up cross eyed drunk look like a stray and rabid dog worn out from puking up my friends are all insulting and a shameless bunch of thugs with their own counterfeit dignity fake accents and spilt blood Wake up the next morning after a night of sleepless sin hotel rooms, expensive bars the same fist full of yen rehearse your lame excuses catch a buzz take a deep breath weary legged louts like you all sleep in the same bed