Break away Break away Blinkon 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 pigs head on a stick does grin As we teeter on the brink He's singing you are all my children My islands 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
