Motley Crue

Motley Crue - T. N. T. (Terror 'n Tinseltown) lyrics

Dr. David, telephone, please

Dr. David, telephone

Dr. David here to dispatch.

Dispatch. Go ahead.

We have a 17 year old male.

Unconcious.

Possible O.D.

Patient is not breathing at this time.

We are presently putting on the mask.

The CPR isn't pulled up...

(CRASH!!!)

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