Throwing Sevens
Album: Trash Volume 1 - Artist: Mark King



 
(M. King)

Tormented to destruction by your own success
Compounded when you realize 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 live wire
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 the pain will be no more
Complete the circle left undone
By looking after number one
See the role that you fulfilled
A spoiled child, with overkill
How could you have had so much
And not recognized the blessing?
How sweet to be with peace of mind
Don't you see - I'm begging you, please





Site created by | Graphics by Miles Maier & | (With love for the music of Level 42)