Throwing Sevens Songtext
von Mark King

Tormented to destruction by your own success
Compounded when you realize 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 want to be 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 want to get back home


I want to climb out of the mire
I want to come in from the storm
I don′t want to be a live wire
I don't want to be here at all
There′s no sense in being a liar
The fact is I'm terminally bored

Come on, baby, do it in the oven (Hey, hey)
It's time to turn the gas on (Hey)
Come on, baby, throw your body over (Hey, hey)
Count up to three and then jump (Hey)
You blew it, you knew it, the bubble has burst (Hey, hey)
There ain′t nobody left to put the blame on (Hey)
Come on, baby, throw the number seven (Hey, hey)
I want to get back home

Déjà vu
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′ve fulfilled
A spoilt child of overkill
How could you have had so much
And not recognize the blessing?

How sweet to be with peace of mind
Don't you see I′m begging you please?