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I've been biting down my tongue all through the afternoon
But now there's fractures in the glass around the snake pit
Cos while you gave your monologues about aiming for the moon
I found some obvious flaws in your spaceship

And though I hate to blow the foghorn, the point is moot
There's a thin man approaching in a suit and leather boots

For all the times he warned ya and you didn't stop
You're gonna be taken out for all it is ya got
Babe, you're next in line or had you forgot?
That he's memorised the numbers right above your letterbox
And when he comes baby, he won't knock

Giggling along on your sunday dream
Since when did you start acting like you owned us?
Cause you change your disquisitions by the hour, it seems
And your parading around is makin' me nauseous

You better drown your desperation in a molotov
But you can't supplicate the scratching at your back door because

For all the times he warned ya, and you didn't stop
You're gonna be taken out for all it is ya got
Babe, you're next in line or had you forgot
That he's memorised the numbers right above your letterbox
And when he comes baby
When he comes baby
He won't knock

I know it's harder
To just surrender
When your white flag, mister,
Is spoiled by murder
But you threw them all to hell and if I was you I'd run and hide

But you're still slumbering away on your minute hand
Swilling martinis like you're not locked inside the doghouse
And though you decorate your days with a fair and equitable grace
You're simply swine in a suit playing honest

But that thin man's approaching in his heavy leather boots
And he's waiting on the moment when he gets a hold of you

You can kick and scream and you can wail all you want
You're gonna be taken out for all it is ya got
Babe, your're next in line for the chopping block
And he's memorised the numbers right above your letterbox
And when he comes baby
Yeah when he comes baby
He won't knock

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