My Pulse to Ponder
Angus Andrew, Mary Pearson Andrew
Well not since I was four has it been safe
The horizon line was curved and hard to chase
I found a blade and sharpened it way close
So it glistened in the moon when I cut your throat
I cut your throat!
I cut your throat!
You'll stay awake
Do as you're told
You'll stay awake
Sleep won't take hold
And all the batshits throughout history look up
You know the letter box is never full enough
When the newsprint's chopped into a ransom note
They should duly pay it mind or I'll cut your throat
I cut your throat!
I cut your throat!
I cut your throat!