He Won't Knock

I've been biting down my tongue all through the afternoon But now there's fractures in the glass around the snake pit Cos while you gave your monologues about aiming for the moon I found some obvious flaws in your spaceship And though I hate to blow the foghorn, the point is moot There's a thin man approaching in a suit and leather boots For all the times he warned ya and you didn't stop You're gonna be taken out for all it is ya got Babe, you're next in line or had you forgot? That he's memorised the numbers right above your letterbox And when he comes baby, he won't knock Giggling along on your sunday dream Since when did you start acting like you owned us? Cause you change your disquisitions by the hour, it seems And your parading around is makin' me nauseous You better drown your desperation in a molotov But you can't supplicate the scratching at your back door because For all the times he warned ya, and you didn't stop You're gonna be taken out for all it is ya got Babe, you're next in line or had you forgot That he's memorised the numbers right above your letterbox And when he comes baby When he comes baby He won't knock I know it's harder To just surrender When your white flag, mister, Is spoiled by murder But you threw them all to hell and if I was you I'd run and hide But you're still slumbering away on your minute hand Swilling martinis like you're not locked inside the doghouse And though you decorate your days with a fair and equitable grace You're simply swine in a suit playing honest But that thin man's approaching in his heavy leather boots And he's waiting on the moment when he gets a hold of you You can kick and scream and you can wail all you want You're gonna be taken out for all it is ya got Babe, your're next in line for the chopping block And he's memorised the numbers right above your letterbox And when he comes baby Yeah when he comes baby He won't knock