The ambulance driver saw it all The vomit The blood The urine The shit The faces pleading to live To all of this he was accustomed But not to the lingering smell of perfume
Irwin R. Shaw - September 4th 1989
The ambulance driver saw it all
The vomit
The blood
The urine
The shit
The faces
pleading
to live
To all of this he was accustomed
But not to the lingering smell
of perfume