Major Razor sits on his own
In a planet he made out of rope
And a special rhyme By his corner that feels like a womb
And his spirit so fine
With a wide wine list
From which
You ’ll decide Will you pick red my darling?
Will you take French my buddy?
Will you pick white? He’s gonna love you and hate you
Set and reset you
Will you pick white? Major Razor fights the good fight
In a world that he made out of everyone’s hide
With a special rhyme Major Razor sits by the phone
With a sigh or a sign, with a thorn or a feather
You decide Are you too late my darling?
Are you too vain my buddy?
Will you pick white? He’s got a pill for everything that ails you
He’s got a feel for everything that ails you Step up, step up, step up and see
The life, the walk, the glory
My heart’s an ever open shining door
That’s waiting for you only So hold on
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