There's a prophet on a mountain and he's making up dinner. With long division and writing crop. Anybody can feel like a winner. When it's served up piping hot.
I need your confidence. Need to know you're mine. When it gets right down to the killing time. I know your heart is bad. But it's all I've ever had. We can live our lives on this righteous crime.
This killing time. Is killing me. It's killing you. It's killing me. It's killing time. Is killing me. Is killing me. It's killing time.