no one will find me if I vanish from the middle of the crooked streets no one will catch me when i will fall down from the london bridge in spite of all this messed up I always know who you exactly are but I can’t even guess the reason for your pride, why did you get so far I don’t exist so
throw the bone to the watchdog three ninety nine for your pride there’s a little more on the top shelf throw the bone throw the bone to me
you sign a headstone over your inmost desires which are interred and everyone is trying to bring his most largest cross into the world you have a lot of wristwatches but don’t know how not to waste your time I wouldn’t say that you’re alive but I’m sure that you ain’t gonna die you don’t exist so
throw the bone to the watchdog three ninety nine for your pride there’s a little more on the top shelf throw the bone throw the bone to me