7 Seconds Of Love - Danger Of Death lyrics

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Sitting in a pub on a Thursday night

The beer is flowing fast

I see a man in a danger suit

Stumbling as he walks past

Me and my friends don't know what to do

Around this dangerous presence

He stumbles forth and drops a big black bag

Approach and offer assistance

He says

Whatcha doing?

Whatcha doing, sonny?

Whatcha doing?

Whatcha doing, sonny?

Whatcha doing?

Whatcha doing, sonny?

Whatcha doing, son!

Don't touch the bag

Danger of death

Don't touch the bag

Danger of death

I was surprised, didn't know what to do

It was just a helpful action

I was shaken and quite taken aback

By this over-reaction

Napalm or germ-warfare or a nuclear bomb?

How could this be so important?

I go back to my laughing friends

Happy in their entertainment

You know, he said

Whatcha doing?

Whatcha doing, sonny?

Whatcha doing?

Whatcha doing, sonny?

Whatcha doing?

Whatcha doing, sonny?

Whatcha doing, son!

Don't touch the bag

Danger of death

Don't touch the bag

Danger of death

Listen, son, why can't you see?

This thing is nothing, just let it be

This is bigger than you and me

Think of national security

Don't touch the bag

Danger of death

Don't touch the bag

Danger of death

Don't touch the bag

Danger of death

Don't touch the bag

Danger of death