Hunters & Collectors I Couldn't Give It To You
(I've lost my tweezers) At this late stage of the game you cannot tell If it is night or if it's daytime And I've come around to your door To muck around and make mince-meat of your life And beneath the glow of your back porch light You were passing like a thing possessed And snap, snap, snap Your teeth are chewing on my daily routine Yeah I couldn't give it up, and I couldn't if I tried When I saw a scared nation yelling inside Yeah I couldn't give it up, and I couldn't if I tried I was underneath the floor, I was trying to hide Trying to hide At this late stage of the game you cannot tell If it is night or if it's daytime And I've come around to your door To muck around and make mince-meat of your life And there was a whole nation crowded inside With tongues of fire dancing on their skulls And every door, every manhole sealed up tight And pretty soon I realised Here was the perfect space inside And I couldn't give it to you if I tried! I couldn't give it to you if I tried!
