Leg End In His Own Boots

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