A Leg End in His Own Boots Songtext

von Neds Atomic Dustbin

I wish I could, do you think I should?
Get my fingers down your throat at the same time
That I cut you with a very long, very sharp knife
Oh come in number one, your time is all but done
Should it be anything to do with anyone

I must confess, I think it best
That I seperate your breath from your body
It's only a shell so don't worry
Oh come in number two
Your time is all but through
Should it have anything at all to do with you

I bless the day, I bless the splendid day
I catch you on the phone to your lover
Tell her that you've studied that karma with another
Oh come in number three
I know that you can hear me
Any reason for your breathing just eludes me