SORBET - I Heard His Scythe Lyrics

Sometimes you touch the electric fence,
Find out what you don't like,
Know for next time (if there is a next time).
I burnt the roof of my mouth,
Look at me now: I'm scaling the brickwork,
I just barely make this thing work.

And I hope you feel that unease,
When you're walking down the street thinking you might spot me.
Because I felt that way too and now I want you to,
A joke with a seed of truth cut right through.

I Heard his scythe whoosh past my ear,
It gets a little louder every year.
You're a closed book ready to topple my row of ducks.
You're a closed book.