Seven Songtext
von Autonomadic

When I was six years old
Teacher told me I was slow
"You must learn to count to ten --
You can′t just stop at seven."

But seven scabie Grahams
And seven Gevar lambs
And seven kits with seven cats
And seven dwarves in seven hats

When I go to work
The numbers make my head hurt
My boss says, "A dozen even."
I say "No! It must be seven!"


'Cause seven sister stars
And seven Argives sparred
And seven streets with seven dials
And seven horns and seven eyes

I get home from work again
Flip to Channel Seven
The girl pulls the balls from the bin
The next six -- all sevens!

Yeah, seven autumn flowers
And seven bidding bauers
And seven champions kneel
And seven colored wheels

And seven bloody stones
And seven kings of Rome
And seven deadly plagues
And seven floating kegs

The bodies seven lie