Finish Hymn
He's on the ropes, "finish him"
So say the crowd, so claim the win
Push your socks in your shoes
Bare your feet like you used to do
And it was easy as you stretched out your toes
And it was breezy aboard my pedalo
When you squeezed me, I thought you ought to know
You send a shudder to my rudder and a jolt to my hold
Didn't say that I was scared
But my thoughts were undeclared
Cos when I draw your eyes, when I write your skin
When I start to read your lips mouthing "finish him"
I would take the punch
I would take the kick
When it comes to the crunch then I'd take the hit
At the end of the line
Hundreds and thousands in your Flake 99
Find your throne, hold your court
Send your liege for a gift-shop sword
And the violence of the colours in your skirt
And the islands of slogans on your shirt
Give a licence for you to set the tone
You bash my buttons and your break my bones
Didn't say that I was scared
But my thoughts were undeclared
Cos when I draw your eyes, when I write your skin
When I start to read your lips mouthing "finish him"
I would take the punch
I would take the kick
When it comes to the crunch then I'd take the hit
Didn't say that I was scared
But my thoughts were undeclared
Cos when I draw your eyes, when I write your skin
When I start to read your lips mouthing "finish him"
I would take the punch
I would take the kick
When it comes to the crunch then I'd take the hit
So say the crowd, so claim the win
Push your socks in your shoes
Bare your feet like you used to do
And it was easy as you stretched out your toes
And it was breezy aboard my pedalo
When you squeezed me, I thought you ought to know
You send a shudder to my rudder and a jolt to my hold
Didn't say that I was scared
But my thoughts were undeclared
Cos when I draw your eyes, when I write your skin
When I start to read your lips mouthing "finish him"
I would take the punch
I would take the kick
When it comes to the crunch then I'd take the hit
At the end of the line
Hundreds and thousands in your Flake 99
Find your throne, hold your court
Send your liege for a gift-shop sword
And the violence of the colours in your skirt
And the islands of slogans on your shirt
Give a licence for you to set the tone
You bash my buttons and your break my bones
Didn't say that I was scared
But my thoughts were undeclared
Cos when I draw your eyes, when I write your skin
When I start to read your lips mouthing "finish him"
I would take the punch
I would take the kick
When it comes to the crunch then I'd take the hit
Didn't say that I was scared
But my thoughts were undeclared
Cos when I draw your eyes, when I write your skin
When I start to read your lips mouthing "finish him"
I would take the punch
I would take the kick
When it comes to the crunch then I'd take the hit
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Writer(s): Michael Allen
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