What a sharp (so sharp)
Imagination
What a pretty little pill that you're taking
So hard (so hard)
You we're trying
To pull out all the teeth from a lion
But you just got fatal wound
Somehow you keep living through
It must be something in your blood
That makes you keep on pulling up
You only got one heart, but a hundred people want it
If a hundred people own it, they'd be putting prices on it
If you had a hundred hearts, you can try to ration them
But then one by one they break them, and you'd only be without
What a dull (so dull)
Fascination
What an ugly little world that you're making
Such a sweet (so sweet)
Violation
You were slaughtering the sheep and you're taking
The only thing they'll understand
Put it in your broken hands
Find it in the lions mouths
And chew it up and spit it out
You only got one heart, but a hundred people want it
If a hundred people own it, they'd be putting prices on it
If you had a hundred hearts, you can try to ration them
But then one by one they break them, and you'd only be without
You only got one heart, but a hundred people want it
If a hundred people own it, they'd be putting prices on it
If you had a hundred hearts, you can try to ration them
But then one by one they break them, and you'd only be without