Текст и слова песни Motley Crue – T. N. T. (Terror 'n Tinseltown)
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!!!)
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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