CHORUS :
   See the man on the phone
   With a gun in his hand
   Sipping courage from a crystal cup
   He's a man in a room
   With a gun at his head
   Pressures on him
   Now it's time to cut and run
  
   Time passing so slowly
   Still as he sits and he watches
   The sand slip through his hand
   He demands something more
   Something strong
   Something savage and pure
   One more twist of the knife
   And it's time to cut and run
  
   CHORUS
  
   He smilesHe smiles as he draws on his last cigarette
   And he tries to forget
   All that forces every move
   He commands something new
   Something strong
   Something spiteful and true
   One more twist of the knife
   And it's time to cut and run
  
   He cries on his tape
   So they might understand
   Signs his farewell
   With a squeeze of his hand
  
   CHORUS
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