Tekstovi: Spin Doctors. Pocket Full Of Kryptonite. Forty or Fifty.

Forty or fifty horses lying in a lot
Red raincoats and rifles, an epidemic has been stopped
Scientist speaks, "What are you wondering about?"
He got where he is by turning lab mice inside out

Things we do and have to do
And the things I do for you
And what you do for me too
The 'Yea, but I' and any other excuse
And if take it forgiven then what's the use?

All his possessions around him in his house
Lying beside him his companion and his spouse
And in the morning he dress and go to hell
All activated by a little timer bell

Things we do and have to do
And the things I do for you
And what you do for me too
The 'Yea, but I' and any other excuse
And if you take it forgiven then what's the use?