Throwing Sevens - Mark King

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 overkill

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