The A-B Theory

There's A Trick With A Knife I'm Learning To Do

The A-B Theory


everybody follow me
cause i make
good first impressions

i learned a little sleight of hand
now i am
faster than ever

I've got a knife and a few ideas
don't make me
learn my lesson

I'm at the border, Annabel, it's over
I've no room
for anymore questions

how can i go on when she thinks
that i am a surgeon who keeps
saving lives?
when all I've ever done is put her
on a clean, cold, metal table and
watch her die
damn right i feel badly
but i can't change

I've never been too good with words though
my whole life
i feel I've been begging

with a lit cigarette held high like
a candle
towards the heavens

asking God like some distant idea
for a break
or better yet a miracle

so Annabel will you follow me
cause tonight
I expect a spectacle

how can I go on when she thinks
that I am surgeon who keeps
saving lives?
when all I've ever done is put her
on a clear, cold, metal table and
watch her die
damn right I feel badly
but I can't change

there is no drive long enough to forget
your delicate skin or my regrets
there is no drive long enough to forget
your delicate skin or my regrets

how can I go on when she thinks
that I am surgeon who keeps
saving lives
when all I've ever done is put her
on a clear, cold, metal table and
watch her die
damn right I feel badly
but I can't change
just cause our bodies are our shells
doesn't mean you won't feel pain