I Walk on Gilded Splinters Paul Weller

Some people think they jive me
But I know they must be crazy
They don’t see dey misfortune
Or else they just a little too lazy

J’suis the Grand Zombie
My yellow belt of choison
I ain’t afraid of no tom cat
That fill my brains with poison

I walk through the fire
And I fly through the smoke
I wanna see my enemies
At the end of my rope

I walk on pins and needles
And I see what they can do
I walk on gilded splinters
With the king of the Zulu

Singing
Come to me giddi come come
Walk on gildid splinters
Come to me giddi come come
Walk on gildid splinters