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 like a pack of wild dogs
When I start drinking, I feel like a God

And the absence 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