Lyrics:

Send me off and give me magazine copies of open spaces and open ends distant diverted from the medicine and our own ends that we're seeing white white walls and hospitals all of us feel trivial relative tenative and waitin for all those white white walls and hospitals all of us feel trivial paper thin tenative and waitin for just another day of no answers and no promises in the night time but in the meantime fuckin hospitals and medicine stand towering and cold and power white white walls and hospitals all of us feel trivial relative tenative and waitin for all those white white walls and hospitals all of us feel trivial paper thin tenative and waitin paper thin tenative and waitin! send me out there! to the tower now hospitals and their medicine