You are watching a program 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 twenty four to play
There'll be rims around your eyelids
By the seventh or the eighth
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 brake
First 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 enough
Well, the man on the screen
He has done more in a minute
Than you have achieved
in your whole entire life
When 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
Twenty four for every year
That we have slept
Day by day into the neck of the abyss
And I am twenty four today
I don't believe I'll sit
Through another year of this
While you are sewing up your lips
And I'll be sorry that you happened to me
Sorry that you happened to me
Sorry that you happened to me
But they say that one man is the accident
The other is the hand that stops the blood
And I am looking for the other one
I'm looking for the blade to make the cut
Oh, if one man is the accident
I'm looking for a hand to stop the blood