24 Lyrics

You are watching a programme for exactly an hour
All of these hours they will add up to a day
You will sit there till they're done but there are 24
To play
There'll be rims around your eyelids by the 7th or the
8th
But if you go to sleep tonight you will be older when
You wake
And you say one man is the parachute and the other is
The knife that cuts the brakeFirst we were born then we ran slowly out of luck
You are still not Charles Bukowski and I am not Diane
Cluck
And I would suck the life from you if there was any
Left to suck
And I would love you if you told me there was something
There to love
I would marry you for money
I would marry you for money

I would marry you for money or for luck
I would marry you for money but I don't suppose you'll
Ever have enoughWell the man on the screen he has done more in a minute
Than you have achieved in your whole entire lifeWhen you finally realize I was the best thing you had
In it
We'll be closing up your eyelids on the bed or once you
Die
And I'll be sorry if it happens to you
Sorry if it happens to you
Sorry if it happens to you but
I guess if one man is the cancer then his death is just
The knife that makes the cut
Songwriters
EMMA MOSSPublished by
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