I chop and I change
And the mystery thickens
There's blood on my hands
And you want me to listen?
To brawn o rto brain
When the truth's in the middle
Born of the grain
Like all good riddles
B-b-burn the skin off
And climb the rooftop
Thy will be done
B-b-bite the nose off
And make it the most of
Your kingdom
You kill when you talk
And the enemy weakens
Your words start to walk
When you're not even speaking
If my heart is a war
Its soldiers are bleeding
If my heart is a war,
Its soldiers are dead
B-b-burn the skin off
And climb the rooftop
Thy will be done
B-b-bite the nose off
And make it the most of
Your kingdom
I've lost and I've gained
And while I was thinking
You cut off my hands
When I wanted to twist
If you know how to dance
To bony moroney
He's doing the ballet
On both of his wrists
B-b-burn the skin off
And climb the rooftop
Thy will be done
B-b-bite the nose off
And make it the most of
Your kingdom
You're a between-the-lines person
And your death is well overdue
You suck the foot that kicks you
You kiss the hand that hits you
Ten-a-penny...
Writer(s): Ian Stephen Mcculloch, Peter Louis Vincent De Freitas, Leslie Thomas Pattinson, William Alfred Sergeant
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