Count Me In - Framing Hanley

Cradle up there’s a fragile life

You can paint the picture pretty

But it serves as no disguise

Its only getting later now

And you’ve become a waste of time

The silver spoon won’t feed your friends

Cause life tastes better when your eat with your hands

Count me in and I’ll be the one

To take the knife out of your spine

Cause I know you’d be the first

To bury the blade deeper into mine

Into mine

Living on this charming life

You can write the prefect setting

But the story I’m not buying

We’re only getting older now

And you’ve become a waste of time

The silver spoon won’t feed your friends

Cause life tastes better when your eat with your hands

Count me in and I’ll be the one

To take the knife out of your spine

Cause I know you’d be the first

To bury the blade, to bury the blade

I’m counting on you to bury the blade

Count me in and I’ll be the one

To take the knife out of your spine

Cause i know you’ll be the one

To bury the blade but she’s still in mine

Count me in and I’ll be the one

To take the knife out of your spine

Cause I know you’d be the first

To bury the blade deeper into mine

Count me in, count me in Count me in, count me in To bury the blade deep in your spine