The Runaround Lyrics

Waiting on devilish hands
To come roll me over
A dog bleeding to death
Tried to eat through the wire
From the brim to the dregs
Not a mouthful was savored
Wings overhead
As eager as lightning to open fire

Its all give and take
I've tested and tried
(Working against the clock even if it kills us)
In a sea of dead lovers
You're a hard to recognise
(Working against the clock even if it kills us)
It's all give and take
So do yourself a favour
Tie yourself down
You've rushed into a runaround

Flashes of humour
Disappear in the distance
Stages of labour
They glittered like violence
From border to trench
No room for a saviour
Heels overhead
Struck in the back,
Hip and thigh