Just a small-time hurt, but it makes me feel like dirt.
Got the midnight pain, shooting everywhere.
Just a city doc, watchin' me around the clock.
Knows my midnight pain's shooting everywhere.

A doctor in a sterile room, I smell the nurse's sweet perfume.
For the drugs I gotta spend the cash
so the pain is gone, is gone, is gone!

Strangers waiting up and down the waiting room.
There's an ambulance here in the night.
X-ray people living just to find an ailment
hiding somewhere in the night.

Got to get presciption filled
'cause this pain, it's hurt and killed.
Payin' anything to pop the pills just one more time.
Some will win, some will lose.
Some will pop the little blues.
And then on supermarket shelves
is the stuff that will make pain begone!

Strangers waiting up and down the waiting room.
There's an ambulance here in the night.
X-ray people living just to find an ailment
hiding somewhere in the night.

(guitar break)

Doans pills relievin'
get rid of that feelin!
Blue light special, oh whoahhhh!
(repeat 'til fade)