She don't lie 'bout the tools of her trade When everything goes dark She'll keep her blades so sharp So I'll walk home and lie on the floor Just a few minutes more Just a little stain on her chalkboard We were quick to hurry outside The subway stood still past the Clarence Bar and Grill So I packed up and moved out of here Just a few years along the line I could hold out for the finish line I threw it away I was over my head I had Seven Eleven stories to tell I was under her spell then it slipped thru my hands I found Seven Eleven sure ways to fail I woke up a babe in the woods When everything goes South The little hands to mouth If she'd just look up she'd find me right there Holding on for dear life I was getting used to the crazy ride I threw it away I was over my head I had Seven Eleven stories to tell I was under her spell let it slip thru my hands I found seven eleven true ways to fall All of our blessed folk tales We thought we'd last for sheer will And for all that we hoped would prevail Bow down and run for the kill So I threw it away I was over my head I was Seven Eleven minutes too late I was under her spell then it slipped thru my hands I found Seven Eleven true ways to fall I threw it away I was over my head I was Seven Eleven minutes too late I was under her spell then it slipped thru my hands I found Seven Eleven true ways to fall