EMT Police and The Fire Department Songtext
von Shilpa Ray

I′m gonna tell you a story about a hot summer night
At a bar in the lower east side
The air was so thick you could cut it with a knife
The sweating crowds so thick it could
Make you want to cut them with a knife
The rats and the roaches
Crawling out in drove straight out of the sewage pipes
And sanitation may have been on strike
It was the night when someone called
The emt the police and the fire dept

Emt police the fire department
Emt police the fire department
Emt police the fire department

It was the night you got your stomach pumped
Vodka bullshit long island ice tea

When you yuppies become drunk ass punks
Post hedge funds post surgeries

The time you said I'd better lawyer up
Vomiting while you threaten to sue me


All hail the golden calf
When les puts the blame on the state of new jersey

Emt police the fire department

Wa-oh wa-oh wa-oh wa-oh wa-oh wa-oh wa-oh

And I′m charging 8 bucks
To go to hell it's straight up the stairs
I'm charging 8 bucks
To go to hell. it′s straight up the stairs. to got to hell

Racist barbie′s wasted, sippin' from straws
Holler holler′s 'bout the back door fees

Ken′s slippin' 50′s, he's got privilege son
To melt like wax in debauchery

I watch the zombies hump the tetanus floors
In protest of going home with nobody

Fights break cracking bottles on skulls
I watch like the moses of a loser's anarchy

Emt police the fire department

Wa-oh wa-oh wa-oh wa-oh wa-oh wa-oh wa-oh

These are not the best minds of my generation
Destroyed by madness
Hysterical naked


These are not the best minds of my generation
Destroyed by madness
Hysterical naked

These are not the best minds