Lyrics

Do you think I should? 'Cause I think I could Get my fingers down your throat at the same time That I cut you with a very long, very sharp knife 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 separate your breath from your body It's only a shell so don't you worry Come in number two Your time is all but through Should it be anything at all to do with you I bless the day, I bless that splendid day I catch you on the phone to your lover I tell her that you've studied the karma with another Come in number three I know that you can hear me Any reason for your breathing just eludes me