Alex Swaffer – Flick of the Switch
Genre Pop

LYRIC
Flick of the Switch

The world is on fire
The burning of hair
I'm taking him higher
This man in the chair
Shackled for murder
Who I don't know
Nobody heard her
Screaming below
They tracked him to Georgia
Caught him upstate
Sentenced in August
Buried in May

It's not my first, won't be my last
I see their faces behind the glass
They discovered her body deep in a ditch
... Flick of the switch

I don't see their faces
But I smell the fear
In the temporary spaces
Where darkness is near
I try and act natural
Like a walk in the sun
When your business is killing
You kill 'til you're done

It's not my first, won't be my last
Can see then all smiling behind the glass
It's more than a pin-prick, more than twitch
... Flick of the switch

A vocation, a calling
A paycheck to spend
When death comes a-crawling
He's nobody's friend
They tracked him to Georgia
Caught him upstate
Sentenced in August
Buried in May

It's not my first, won't be my last
Catch my reflection, in the glass
A gun just for hire, a twenty-year itch
A mechanical choir, a permanent glitch
The hum of a wire, the drop of a stitch
The world is on fire at the flick of the switch

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