Mathematician

You don't have to be a mathematician
To know we got your number here
Don't take no magician
Just to make you disappear

Hey now your number means nothing
Going down
Going down
And that's for real

Standing on top of the mountain
Just wishing that you could fly
Just one push my friend
See you off the other side

Flying over the houses
Killing fields
You're going down
And that's for real

Blow out your candle
Go on make a death wish
And burn some bridges along the way

Heard some fool saying
Life's a bitch and then you die
Why he's just marching in the sad parade

Hey now your number means nothing
You're going down
You're going down
Going down
And that's for real

You don't have to be a mathematician
To know we got your number here