Ned's Atomic Dustbin Follow
Leg End in His Own Boots 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
Part of these releases
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- Track 13 on Some Furtive Years: A Ned's Anthology
- 12 Scrawl
- 14 Who Goes First?
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