This fledgling is ready to fly

Once again

They need some stories to tell

When they're dead

They think they're misunderstood

I'm afraid

Please patronise for the good


They think we're misunderstood

And we are

Please patronise for the good


We're not the same

I can't complain

You've lost the will to live again

We're not the same

I can't complain

You've lost the will to live again


So to spare the knowledge

That we've got

You've go to kill your young

And to rest in peace from everything you've got

You've got to kill your young