One, two, three, four, five, sex, seven
Call the doctor up to my hotel room
You see I've lost my voice,
I'm in a very bad mood
Give me drugs, give me a drip,
give me a twenty minute's rest
I promise you my friends,
I'll be back at my best
With the tightness in my chest
And a mind prone to obsess
You look at me and you say, "Oh, Tom
I think you need to slow down"
But maybe I don't know how
Can we just go home now, baby? Please
Pour the absinthe down on a little metal spoon
And we'll run all night under the Aquarius moon
And my heart is howling likе a pack of wild dogs
When I start drinking, I feel like a God
And the absеnce of your love
It doesn't hurt as much
You look at me and you say
Tom, I think you need to slow down
But maybe I don't know how
Can we just go home now, baby? Please
I'm scared
Struggling to breathe
And the world won't let me sleep
Oh, oh, oh
Call a doctor up to my hotel room
I lost my voice, I'm in a very bad mood
Give me a drip, give me drugs,
give me a twenty minute's rest
And I promise you, my friend,
I'm gonna be back at my—