And in the brown I move I brown
burned a train of inner ground
off the coast and sleepy day
Damsil hears the knots unfray

I am first in line for tea,
and this day is gasoline.
Talk you hear, hear you pray
cry the ghost of fear away.

For the fortress shall come
and all the walls will fall away
naked, cold the king does run
From the man with pointed gun
Pigs go 'arf' in muddy hay
Moldy me I'm moldy grey

Sword you drew, Rose you paint
Wife you beat, Wife you hate
till death do you look away
At your child who's gone astray

Life you live...Life for a-
Pointless go with no aim
Fire away, oh fire away
Bring me my head on silver tray