Skyclad Fainting By Numbers
Number One - the only number I can really trust, Dual faceted - these people that insidetalk to when I must. In triplicate my body hangs - left drying in the sun, Four horses at the starting gate - their riders waiting on my gun. Misused just like the pentagram - distrusted as the Pentagon, Six sided is this box I've made - you'll dance on it when I am gone. Seven times I've wondered whether Heaven's truly waiting there, I smoke another eight ball to convince myself I couldn't care. The bulb's blown in the neon nin that once shone from my cloud, Down the street at Number Ten they're talking long and loud. Life's a game of two halves - I'm not on the team of winners, Each time I set the table - seems that Judas comes to dinner. Thirteen black cats cross my path - ignoring all the others, There is no bride waiting for me - I'm not one of seven brothers. Fate serves an ace (fifteen-love) - I'm set to take a bruising, 'cause at sixteen I graduated from the school of losing. Chorus: Count me out, Why don't you count me out? Said you can count me out, Go find another easy number. First catch me in your internet - unload me down your modem, Then brand me with a barcode, 'cause the fax of life you know them. Count me out! Oh what fun at twenty one - you stole the key to my front door, You don't need me - you won't feed me (I'm not even sixty four). Fifty two - how it suits you to fool me with your magic tricks, What's this birthmark on my head? - Bet it's the number six, six, six. Chorus: Count me out, Why don't you count me out? Said you can count me out, Go find another easy number.
