Текст песни Mark King - Throwing Sevens
Mark King - Throwing Sevens слова песни
Tormented to destruction by your own successCompounded when you realise your shallownessYou couldn`t get arrested everything`s a messA curious situation that needs some redressThere`s no crime in being a trierThere`s no crime in being too smallI don`t wanna wee in your fireThere`s no crime in being at allThere`s no sense in being a liarIt`s time that you fell on your swordCome on baby, do it in the ovenIt`s time to turn the gas onCome on baby, throw your body overCount up to three and then jumpYou blew it, you knew itThe bubble has burstThere ain`t nobody left to put the blame onCome on baby throw the number sevenI wanna get back homeI wanna climb out of the mireI wanna come in from the stormI don`t wanna be a livewireI don`t wanna be here at allThere`s no sense in being a liarThe fact is I`m totally boredCome on baby, do it in the ovenIt`s time to turn the gas onCome on baby, throw your body overCount up to three and then jumpYou blew it, you knew itThe bubble has burstThere ain`t nobody left to put the blame onCome on baby throw the number sevenI wanna get back homeWhen your body hits the floorAll that pain will be no moreComplete the circle left undoneBy looking after number oneSee the role that you fulfilSpoilt child of overkillHow could you have had so muchAnd not recognise the blessingHow sweet to beWith peace of mindDon`t you seeI`m begging you please