The Van Pelt
His Saxophone Is My Guitar
Call an ambulance, Min's got cancer
But my heart is busted now I'll die faster
Her music is done, her songs are all sung
Call me an ambulance my life's a disaster
All my heros were shot just as thoughts got sold
My complaints ring loud in my ears alone
I was born the day after soul and forty years late for the sound of my amplifier
But my hands can't hear and my heart's right here
And I've got freedom and I've got years
I hear ya, I hear ya, your saxophone is my guitar
Call an ambulance, Min's got cancer
I should call it all quits and lie down beside her
My music's been done, my songs have been sung
I'm a second too late, I should have been faster, faster