As you were, like a child
Innocent and running wild
And now you're old and you're grey-haired
Your dead-eyed stare
You're running scared
When you were young the fires spread
Southeasterly to Beachy Head
And London's husk of burnt out rust
That led the lungs a bag of dust
Draw a line in the sand
Coast to coast and man to man
Repopulate the Sherwood Forest
And lynch the deathly pale dishonest
Carve a scar across the earth
Visible from high above
North and South, sever ties
Kiss your enemies goodbye
Dieser text wurde 189 mal gelesen.