Fainting By Numbers

Skyclad

Composição de: Martin Walkyier
Number One - the only number I can really trust, 
Dual faceted - these people that I talk to when I must. 
In triplicate my body hangs - left drying in the sun, 
Four horses at the starting gate - their riders waiting on my gun. 

Misused just like the pentagram - distrusted as the Pentagon, 
Six sided is this box I've made - you'll dance on it when I am gone. 
Seven times I've wondered whether Heaven's truly waiting there, 
I smoke another eight ball to convince myself I couldn't care. 

The bulb's blown in the neon nine that once shone from my cloud, 
Down the street at Number Ten they're talking long and loud. 
Life's a game of two halves - I'm not on the team of winners, 
Each time I set the table - seems that Judas comes to dinner. 

Thirteen black cats cross my path - ignoring all the others, 
There is no bride waiting for me - I'm not one of seven brothers. 
Fate serves an ace (fifteen-love) - I'm set to take a bruising, 
'cause at sixteen I graduated from the school of losing. 

[Chorus] 
Count me out, 
Why don't you count me out? 
Said you can count me out, 
Go find another easy number. 

First catch me in your internet - unload me down your modem, 
Then brand me with a barcode, 'cause the fax of life you know them. 

Count me out! 

Oh what fun at twenty one - you stole the key to my front door, 
You don't need me - you won't feed me (I'm not even sixty-four). 
Fifty two - how it suits you to fool me with your magic tricks, 
What's this birthmark on my head? - Bet it's the number six, six, six. 

[Chorus] 
Count me out, 
Why don't you count me out? 
Said you can count me out, 
Go find another easy number.
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