Black Art Number One lyrics

what a cunt this world what a difficult feeling to have swift right hand and never have the left to cover the bleeding I know, but you know, why let the feeling / show it son I know, but you know why let it go? So? Please you got to give us more time My god its the end of the world Set phasers to stun at the heart of the sun with an ice pick raised in an arc over what we've done I know, but you know, why let the feeling / show it son I know, but you know why let it go? So? Please you got to give us more time My god its the end of the world Put my hopes beside the river, lay them down,let the water hold them under Please you got to give us more time My god its the end of the world