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don't pass me a combcause I got me a poem running through my minddon't remind me you're deadcause i'd rather think instead of the times you livedforcing the circumstancechasing ambulances up the roadwas that a laugh or cough?please drop my cousin offhe's heading home to Perthhe got his money's worth in Canadabut he sure had a lot to say about America todaybut she's been beaten up, she's been battered downbut we all get confusedlose sight of those tiny clueschasing ambulancessome chasing the mighty bucksome chase till their wheels get stucksome chasing piles of dirtsome chasing a piece of skirtsome chasing their own tailsSongtextesome chase till all else failssome chasing common sensesome chasing a picket fenceme, i'd rather chase you downdon't ask me how I found the balls to say "hey, hey, hey..."but I sure got a lot to learn about waiting for my turnbut i've been beaten up, i've been battered downbut we all get confusedlose sight of those tiny clueschasing ambulancesi'd rather chase you down, yeahnot ambulances, child, noi'd rather chase you downnot ambulances, child, no Aus Songtexte Mania