Tonight I'm coming home in a coma if it fucking kills me
Your hopeless romantic -- now hopelessly rheumatic
Poets grinding teeth to powder

Here's to cheap sex and codeine in a hospital bed
Everybody's dying to lay down with you -- I got the order all wrong
Maybe I should quiet down

There's a delicate love song in this

Go get your gun 'cause God won't show
He sent a poet instead -- the Don Quixote of the ICU
Tempt not a desperate man

Tempt not a desperate man...