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The end of the working day we steal the ambulance,

crossing at a thunder speed while banging our heads.

One last delivery, a heart packed and locked.

The patients last chance, otherwise he's fucked.

Hey, here's your heart, lie down, be calm.

Now I'll cut some flesh away, it will hurt, a lot.

Give me a fucking break, stop screaming, now!

I need to hear if it's ticking or not.

Bloody open wounds with some organs hanging out.

I'm getting stressed 'cause I don't know where this goes, where goes that?

I can't remember learning this, just sowe this fucker up.

Get the car John, fast now, and we'll leave.

Hey, here's your arm back, it fell off.

I used it to get your legs but they're gone.

Time to go away, the next patient calls.

Start up the radio, and we're off.

Switch the white for black leather suits, and we're off.

Doctors on the highway, mighty sirens, heavy sounds,

we're going fast and we're switching lanes and oh, what a sound,

'cause the cannibals of the Limb ER are loud!