Throwing Sevens Lyrics - 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