Battle

Now won't you go and count to three, while I turn my back on you.
You're going to cave in and I'm coming to eat you.
I'll be round in half and hour to stop the death of everything
You're awkward and wayward and I'm dying to meet you.

You're so easy to listen to.

You could turn me on,
And I could fall apart.
You wear me out
Waiting for an explosion.
Hey you, reclusive champion, determined Englishman.
You don't like imitations; you are one in six billion.

You're so easy to listen to.

We could cling together,
Or we could fall apart.
I'll burn you out
Waiting for an explosion