Are you counting those things againnIn hope that they get you innPretending the wind is a breezenAnd letting your body freezenAnd if you ask yourself you could stop these wayward pleasnSo get up off of your kneesnNo matter what your father said or the books you readnMaybe you should save yourself insteadnnWe jumped at the count of ninenBut you still needed more timenYou jumped at the count of eighteennAnd let out a joyful screamnAnd said now I can seenBut now you're just playing deadnAs you pray to be lednBut maybe you should save yourself instead