Number One - the only number I can really trust,
Dual faceted - these people that insidetalk to when I must.
In triplicate my body hangs - left drying in the sun,
Four horses at the starting gate - their riders waiting on my gun.
Misused just like the pentagram - distrusted as the Pentagon,
Six sided is this box I've made - you'll dance on it when I am gone.
Seven times I've wondered whether Heaven's truly waiting there,
I smoke another eight ball to convince myself I couldn't care.
The bulb's blown in the neon nin that once shone from my cloud,
Down the street at Number Ten they're talking long and loud.
Life's a game of two halves - I'm not on the team of winners,
Each time I set the table - seems that Judas comes to dinner.
Thirteen black cats cross my path - ignoring all the others,
There is no bride waiting for me - I'm not one of seven brothers.
Fate serves an ace (fifteen-love) -
I'm set to take a bruising,
'cause at sixteen I graduated from the school of losing.
Chorus:
Count me out,
Why don't you count me out?
Said you can count me out,
Go find another easy number.
First catch me in your internet - unload me down your modem,
Then brand me with a barcode, 'cause the fax of life you know them.
Count me out!
Oh what fun at twenty one - you stole the key to my front door,
You don't need me - you won't feed me (I'm not even sixty four).
Fifty two - how it suits you to fool me with your magic tricks,
What's this birthmark on my head? -
Bet it's the number six, six, six.
Chorus:
Count me out,
Why don't you count me out?
Said you can count me out,
Go find another easy number.
