I may be a fire-fly 

Catch the first train flying by 
With my wits on fire 
Send my legs to work it out 
Send my feet to fall about 

With the first train flying by 
With my wits on fire 
Send my legs to work it out 
Send my feet to fall about 

I've got two heads in my pocket 
Send the flesh rushing in 
Send me my weeping grin 
I've lost my discipline 

No more needles, no more self-defence 
No more two heads, no more rushing in 

Who's got a pig's head 
Who's got big fat eyes 
Who's an only child 
Who's got a last goodbye 

Bye-bye [x6]