A Leg End In His Own Boots Lyrics

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