See the man on the phone with a gun in his handSipping courage
from a crystal cupHe's a man in a room with a gun at his
headPressures on him now it's time to cut and runTime
passing so slowlyStill as he sits and he watchesThe sand slip
through his handsHe demands something moreSomething
strongSomething savage and pureOne more twist of the knifeAnd
it's time to cut and runSee the man on the phone with a gun
in his handSipping courage from a crystal cupHe's a man in a
room with a gun at his headPressure's on him now it's
time to cut and runHe smilesAs he draws on his last cigaretteAnd
he tries to forget all that forces every moveHe commands
something newSomething strongSomething spiteful and trueOne more
twist of the knifeAnd it's time to cut and runHe cries on
his tapeSo they might understandSigns his farewellWith a squeeze
of his handSee the man on the phone with a gun in his handSipping
courage from a crystal cupHe's a man in a room with a gun at
his headPressure's on him now it's time to cut and
runSee the man on the phone with a gun in his handSipping
courage from a crystal cupHe's a man in a room with a gun
at his headPressure's on him now it's time to cut and
runSee the man on the phone with a gun in his handSipping
courage from a crystal cupHe's a man in a room with a gun
at his headPressure's on him now it's time to cut and
runSee the man on the phone with a gun in his handSipping
courage from a crystal cupHe's a man in a room with a gun
at his headPressure's on him now it's time to cut and
run