Break away break away
blynken and nod
carelessly with matches play
telling you you're odd
foolishly he lets it burn
aware of different shapes
and so he makes his hand a fist
and never looks at what he rapes
And who am i to say i don't understand it
and if feeling better justifies the thrill
who'd be stupid enough to say it doesn't have to be that way
i will
Sing a song of sixty pence
for a pocket full of rye
and kill all that he represents
to ensure that he will die
chase him from the public square
or hang him from a tree
and tell his kind they best beware
because he's different from me
And who am i to say i don't understand it
and if feeling better justifies the thrill
who'd be stupid enough to say it doesn't have to be that way
i will
Twinkle twinkle little star
we have you in our sights
dangerous, we come this far
the serpent giggles with delight
the pig's head on a stick does grin
as we teeter on the brink
he's singing you are all my children
my island's bigger than you think
And who am i to say i don't understand it
and if feeling better justifies the thrill
who'd be stupid enough to say it doesn't have to be that way
i will
i will
i will
i will