An ambulance at the crossroads The crossroads in the city And no one will let it through Though its lights are streaming every hue And the bleeder in the back thinks This is the moment of my death I'm about to die in a traffic jam And everyone's so angry at me Because i have the nerve to die right here Because i'm making you miss things at home on TV You are at the crossroads There's crossroads at the city And no one will let you through Though you've waited Hours on the queue And the phone in your backpack Pick it up Cos' you'll be late Call your wife and tell her that She should save you something to eat Because you're caught here looking at The blood in the street Rushing past the trash And the tires at your feet