Break away, break away
Blinkin 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
Blinkin 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
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