A Leg End in His Own Boots - текст песни
A Leg End in His Own Boots
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
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