Watch what you saynWords can be heard from your gravenPluck from a fist full of strawsnYou cannot resist your tragic flawsnnThen you said what you saidnYou might be better off deadnThan be fed into the furnacenOf the monsternShall I die, shall I crynShall I be shot through the skynAs I fly into the furnacenOf the monster?nnGoodbye number onenYou know what must be donenSet sail through the sunnThe end has begunnnLay down the lawnTake to the airnSee how they crawlnSparking a trailnAngels may fallnThe single mistakenKills us allnnNow you say what you saynAnd then we blow them awaynEverydaynYou know I like to keep it simplenShall I die, shall I crynShall I be shot through the skynAs I fly into the furnacenOf the monster?nnGoodbye number onenYou know what must be donenSet sail through the sunnThe end has begunnnShall I die, shall I crynShall I be shot through the skynAs I fly into the furnacenOf the monster?nnGoodbye number onenYou know what must be donenSet sail through the sunnThe end has begun