Tormented to destruction by your own success
|
Compounded when you realise your shallowness
|
You couldn't get arrested everything's a mess
|
A curious situation that needs some redress
|
|
There's no crime in being a trier
|
There's no crime in being too small
|
I don't wanna wee in your fire
|
There's no crime in being at all
|
|
There's no sense in being a liar
|
It's time that you fell on your sword
|
|
Come on baby, do it in the oven
|
It's time to turn the gas on
|
Come on baby, throw your body over
|
Count up to three and then jump
|
|
You blew it, you knew it
|
The bubble has burst
|
There ain't nobody left to put the blame on
|
|
Come on baby throw the number seven
|
I wanna get back home
|
|
I wanna climb out of the mire
|
I wanna come in from the storm
|
I don't wanna be a livewire
|
I don't wanna be here at all
|
|
There's no sense in being a liar
|
The fact is I'm totally bored
|
|
Come on baby, do it in the oven
|
It's time to turn the gas on
|
Come on baby, throw your body over
|
Count up to three and then jump
|
|
You blew it, you knew it
|
The bubble has burst
|
There ain't nobody left to put the blame on
|
|
Come on baby throw the number seven
|
I wanna get back home
|
|
When your body hits the floor
|
All that pain will be no more
|
Complete the circle left undone
|
By looking after number one
|
|
See the role that you fulfil
|
Spoilt child of overkill
|
How could you have had so much
|
And not recognise the blessing
|
|
How sweet to be
|
With peace of mind
|
Don't you see
|
I'm begging you please
|
|
-----------------
|
Throwing Sevens
|
| Mark King |
