Songtext Macgyver Million Dead

Macgyver

It starts with a call, a call from his mother
Sophia says "come quick, MacGyver's been hurt!,
He was just on his way home, from saving the world again,
he got jumped by some kids, he went down, now he's dying!"
So I threw on my coat, and I ran out the door,
sped through the night to the old hospital,
where the doctor said "wait", so I camped in the ward
Watching the clock as it's haemorrhaging time
So slow, So slow, So slow,
And I've lingered here So long, So long, So long,
The air in here So cold, So cold, So cold,
The shallow breath So quiet, So quiet, So quiet,
The shibboleth of...
Macguyver laid bare, flat on the table,
blackened with bruises, he couldn't explain
And there was nothing he could build, to save himself,
Out of Biros, and Blue tac...
they opened up his cavities in the operating theatre,
But the doctors couldn't find a heart, his lymph glands running motor oil,
His calloused fingers lie innert, their intricate ability,
punctured by the God-shaped hole, in adolescent consciousness
He couldn't build a bomb to mend the splinters of his broken heart,
His home made radar couldn't find a way to make his weapons art...
Macgyver,
Bleeds out all of his rationalism,
Issac Newton,
Your lever is not long enough
The Scottish enlightenment a sinking ship...
...So I left the hospital, with the beep of life support machines,
A memory.