there's only sixty days 'til christmas  so the metal must be cold  as the jumper's fingers struggle  with the choice to free or hold  and when he looks up for compassion  you only bring him down  you've been waiting here for hours  to see him jump, splash, and drown  turn your head and walk  turn your head and walk  turn your head and walk away  turn your head and walk  turn your head and walk  turn your head and walk away  you leave your cars and hit the rail  all to anxious for the action  it's a piece of conversation  guaranteeing satisfaction  and tomorrow at the office  you got yourself a 1 2 3 4 5 star reaction  you lucky people you ran head on  into a roadside attraction  turn your head and walk  turn your head and walk  turn your head and walk away  turn your head and walk  turn your head and walk  turn your head and walk away  this free fall's a free for all  for those with rubber mouths  why don't you come on down to ringside  watch the jumper heading south  there'll be ooh's and aah's to orchestrate  the way he jerks the hesitates  a meeting with morality  is always worth the wait  turn your head and walk  turn your head and walk  turn your head and walk away  turn your head and walk away  turn your head and walk away  turn your head and walk away  walk away walk away