Black Art Number One

What a cunt this world 

What a difficult feeling 

To have swift right hand 

And never have the left to cover the bleeding 



I know, but you know, why let the feeling / show it son 

I know, but you know why let it go? So? 



Please you got to give us more time 

My god it's the end of the world 



Set phasers to stun 

At the heart of the sun 

With an ice pick raised 

In an arc over what we've done 



I know, but you know, why let the feeling / show it son 

I know, but you know why let it go? So? 



Please you got to give us more time 

My god it's the end of the world 



Put my hopes beside the river, lay them down, let the water hold them under 



Please you got to give us more time 

My god it's the end of the world