You are watching a program for exactly an hour
All of these hours, they will add up to a day
You will sit there 'til they're done, now there are 24 to play
And there are rims around your eyeballs by the 7th or the 8th
But if you go to sleep tonight you will be older when you wake

And you say one man is the parachute
The other is the knife that cuts the brakes

First we were born, then we ran slowly out of luck
And you are still not Charles Bukowski
And I am not Diane Cluck
And I would suck the life from you
If there was any left to suck
And I would love you if you told me
There was something there to love

And I would marry you for money
I would marry you for money
I would marry you for money if it stuck
I would marry you for money
But I don't suppose you'll ever have enough

Man on the screen, he has done more in a minute
Than you have achieved in your whole entire life
When you finally realize I was the best thing you had in it
We'll be closing up your eyelids on the bed on which you die

And I'll be sorry if it happens to you
Sorry if it happens to you
Sorry if it happens to you, but
They say one life is the cancer
And another is the blade that makes the cut

24 for every year that I have slipped
Day by day into the neck of the abyss
And I am 24 today, I don't believe I'll sit
Through another year of this
While you are sewing up my lips

And I am sorry that you happened to me
Sorry that you happened to me
Sorry that you happened to me, but
They say one man is the accident
The other is the hand that stops the blood
And I am looking for the other one
For a hand to stop the blood