He Won't Knock - Ezra Vine

I've been biting down my tongue all through the afternoon

But now there's fractures in the glass around the snake pit

Cos while you gave your monologues about aiming for the moon

I found some obvious flaws in your spaceship

And though I hate to blow the foghorn, the point is moot

There's a thin man approaching in a suit and leather boots

For all the times he warned ya and you didn't stop

You're gonna be taken out for all it is ya got

Babe, you're next in line or had you forgot?

That he's memorised the numbers right above your letterbox

And when he comes baby, he won't knock

Giggling along on your sunday dream

Since when did you start acting like you owned us?

Cause you change your disquisitions by the hour, it seems

And your parading around is makin' me nauseous

You better drown your desperation in a molotov

But you can't supplicate the scratching at your back door because

For all the times he warned ya, and you didn't stop

You're gonna be taken out for all it is ya got

Babe, you're next in line or had you forgot

That he's memorised the numbers right above your letterbox

And when he comes baby

When he comes baby

He won't knock

I know it's harder

To just surrender

When your white flag, mister,

Is spoiled by murder

But you threw them all to hell and if I was you I'd run and hide

But you're still slumbering away on your minute hand

Swilling martinis like you're not locked inside the doghouse

And though you decorate your days with a fair and equitable grace

You're simply swine in a suit playing honest

But that thin man's approaching in his heavy leather boots

And he's waiting on the moment when he gets a hold of you

You can kick and scream and you can wail all you want

You're gonna be taken out for all it is ya got

Babe, your're next in line for the chopping block

And he's memorised the numbers right above your letterbox

And when he comes baby

Yeah when he comes baby

He won't knock