I got these mean old hospital blues
I'm sitting in the hospital
And my nose is split clean open
And the doctor's lookin' at me
And he won't give me no painkiller
And his face is red from yelling
Well you shoulda known much better
Well you know it's all your fault
And the feeling is returning
In my face and in my bones
And my brain is slowly waking
To the hospital waiting room

And the doctor says I'll have to wait until the alcohol wears off
The doctor says I'll have to wait until the alcohol wears off

So they can sew my face up straight
And leave me with a crooked line
To remember my mistakes
A souvenir to locate my mistakes
I've got these mean old hospital blues
I'm sitting in the hospital
And I'm waiting 'til the alcohol
Wears off