2 Digits

If you say something

How do you know that I'll remember it

I don't want to smell the workmen working

But you say get away

Because they're digging your ditch

What is in your mind

That's what you will say

Grind their teeth as they pray

And reading papers stop from turning to clay

Rays of light that struck you right in the day

And struck into anti-matter black

It really matters

I think in nuclear physics

You only work in 2 digits

Give me your code

She came in through the window top flat no penthouse

More like a waste-house

Danger danger watch out

Mistress meaker ruled out

You will always get the right place

But the wrong wife

Always leave you wanting the next life

And struck into anti-matter black

We can skip through the small print stories

About how we drink

We will allow

Out of the red and into the black

Off of the road but still on track