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