Chorus: think I'll have lines on my face When I get out of this place So I guess I'll be ever so carefull It wouldn't help to deny I'm 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 I'll have lines on my face When I get out of this place So I guess I'll be ever so carefull It wouldn't help to deny I'm 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 wouldn't 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 saidnow 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 own
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