Break away, break away

Blink on 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 feelin' better justifies the thrill

An' 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 you 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 feelin' better justifies the thrill

An' 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 singin', you are all my children

My islands bigger than you think And who am I to say I don't understand it?

And if feelin' better justifies the thrill

An' who'd be stupid enough to say it doesn't have to be that way?

I will I will, ah

I will

I will