Blinkon and Nod
Carelessly with matches play
Telling you you're odd
Foolishly he let's 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
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
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
Doesn't have to be that way
I will
I will
I will
I will