Mark King - Throwing Sevens lyrics

Tormented to destruction by your own success Compounded when you realise your shallowness You couldn't get arrested everything's a mess A curious situation that needs some redress There's no crime in being a trier There's no crime in being too small I don't wanna wee in your fire There's no crime in being at all There's no sense in being a liar It's time that you fell on your sword Come on baby, do it in the oven It's time to turn the gas on Come on baby, throw your body over Count up to three and then jump You blew it, you knew it The bubble has burst There ain't nobody left to put the blame on Come on baby throw the number seven I wanna get back home I wanna climb out of the mire I wanna come in from the storm I don't wanna be a livewire I don't wanna be here at all There's no sense in being a liar The fact is i'm totally bored Come on baby, do it in the oven It's time to turn the gas on Come on baby, throw your body over Count up to three and then jump You blew it, you knew it The bubble has burst There ain't nobody left to put the blame on Come on baby throw the number seven I wanna get back home When your body hits the floor All that pain will be no more Complete the circle left undone By looking after number one See the role that you fulfil Spoilt child of overk** How could you have had so much And not recognise the blessing How sweet to be With peace of mind Don't you see I'm begging you please