You say I need a job
I've got my own business
You want to know what i do?
None of your fucking business
But now I'm lying here
Knowing that business had a name
But now i'm a number 1 2 3 repeater, down by law
I've got this nasty habit
When I need something I reach out and grab it Once upon a time I had a name and a way
But to you I'm nothing but a number 1 2 3 repeater
Did you hear something outside?
It sounded like a gun
Stay away from that window
It's not anyone
We know only about ourselves
And what we read in the paper
Don't you know ink washes out easier than blood But we don't have to try it
And we don't have to buy it
Repeater
