Florence And The Machine

There's nothing to do here
some just whine and complain
in bed in the hospital
coming and going
asleep and awake
in bed at the hospital
I've got one friend
laying across form me
I did not choose him
he did not choose me
we've got no chance of recovery
joy and hospital
joy and misery
joy and misery
joy and misery
put out the fire boys
don't stop don't stop
put out the fire on us
put out the fire boys