Chorus: think Ill have lines on my face When I get out of this place So I guess Ill be ever so carefull It wouldnt help to deny Im well advised to comply By the rules or be ever so tearful
I caught a vulture, he came up behind me I put a chain on his claws I caught another - been trying to find me I slit a vein in his jaws Tied the two of them up with guitar-strings (only fed them a bone) Grinned and put my hands in my pockets To drift away to a land of my own
Chorus: think Ill have lines on my face When I get out of this place So I guess Ill be ever so carefull It wouldnt help to deny Im well advised to comply By the rules or be ever so tearful
We played a game of cowards and heroes We lay the rules on the floor But then we spoke of flowers and quiros It ended up in a draw But all the time they were bound and belittled I wouldnt let them go . go, go ! I only want to use them for skittles And drift away to a land of my own
They were begging over and over; "if we behave can we feed ? " Began to throw them piece of clover And said;"now count the leaves !" I realised it was only a battle And went to look for the war (haw ! haw !) My brains began then to rattle And drift away to a land of their ownTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
