I got your number,
From an artist friend, of mine,
That we know, and there's no wonder,
'cept there's a party to throw.

So come the weekend,
And I'll be ready to go, too far,
I favour you sometimes to a certain degree,
I will not falter or loose [out on these].

Beacause your gentle blend of kindness,
Will be doubled up with blindness,
And on hindsight this is madness,
You cut a dumb scene.

I was made in England,
But grew to like the world,
I saw through the door,

And there's no wonder,
['cept take the sinner around]

And come the weekend,
And I'll be ready to push it, too far,
I will not falter or loose [out on these].

Beacause your gentle blend of kindness,
Will be doubled up with blindness,
And on hindsight this is madness,
You cut a dumb scene.

[Interlude/solo]

I favour you sometimes to a certain degree,
I will not falter or loose [out on these].

Beacause your gentle blend of kindness,
Will be doubled up with blindness,
And on hindsight this is madness,
You cut a dumb scene.

Beacause your gentle blend of kindness,
Will be struggled on with violence,
And on hindsight this is madness,
You cut a dumb scene,
Is how it seems.