You say I need a job,    I've got my own business    You want to know what i do?    None of your fucking business    But now I'm lying here    Knowing that business had a name,    But now I'm a number    1 2 3 repeater    Down by law, I've got this nasty habit    When I need something I reach out and grab it    Once upon a time I had a name and a way    But to you I'm nothing but a number    1 2 3 repeater    Did you hear something outside?    It sounded like a gun    Stay away from that window boy    It's not anyone we know    Only about ourselves and what we read in the paper    Don't you know ink washes out easier than blood    But we don't have to try it    And we don't have to buy it    Repeater