Steve Harley - h Parallel текст песни

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 own