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Mark Knopfler

Mark Knopfler

Don't Crash The Ambulance

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dont often open up this floor
since i handed in my gun
what all these keys are for
now my tour of dutys done
you got to know the switches
now you got your turn
watch and learn, junior
watch and learn

now you will get your
trouble spots
heres one from
down voodoo way
bragged he had me
by the you-know-whats
very funny, you dont say
the big enchilada
stealing elections
had to go down there
trash collection
got his cojones
on my desk in there
made into a souvenir
set of cufflinks, nice pair
the rest of hims
someplace up here
sometimes you got to
put a shoulder to the door
not so fast, junior
listen to your pa
here, son
im handing over to you
dont crash the ambulance
whatever you do

what we have heres
a dung hole place
thought it was fly s**t
on the map
fat b*stard, ugly face
and the personal cr*p
you cant move the barriers
you cant mess with oil and gas
had to go down there
stick a couple
aircraft carriers
in his ass
fancy dress
medals chest
its all in here
for all the gigs
gas mask
bullet-proof vest
all the usual rigs
therell be things they missed
they didnt mention
youve even
got a whistle in there
for attracting attention

well, i think youre gonna
be okay, son
youve had the tour, i guess
these two buttons
by the way
this one i hope
you never press
some holy fool, just watch
whos not like you or me
that ones the whole
shooting match
right there
its the whole s**taree
we dont forget
who put us here, jack
thats page one
we talk soft
but carry a big stick
and pack the biggest gun
we dont like accidents
major or minor
you dont want yourself
an incident
dont ever invade china

here, son
im handing over to you
dont crash the ambulance
here, son
im handing over to you
dont crash the ambulance
whatever you do

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