Chorus:

See the man on the 'phone,
With a gun in his hand,
Sipping courage from a crystal cup
He's a man in the wrong,
With a gun at his head,
Pushes on and now it's time to cut and run

Time, passing so slowly
Still, as he sits and he watches the sand slip through his hands
He demands something more,
Something strong,
Something savage and pure
One more twist of the knife and it's time to cut and run

(Chorus)

He smiles, as he draws on his last cigarette,
And he tries to forget all that forces every move
He commands something new,
Something strong,
Something spiteful and true
One more twist of the knife and it's time to cut and run

Cries on his tape so they might understand
Signs his farewell with a squeeze of his hand

(Chorus - Repeat 4 times and fade)