Chorus: Think I'll have lines on my face

               When i get out of this placE

               So I guess I'll be ever so carefull

               It wouldn't help to deny

               I'm well advised to comply

               By the rules or be ever so tearful 



I caught a vulture, he came up behind me

I put a chain on his claws

I caught another - been trying to find me

I slit a vein in his jaws

Tied the two of them up with guitar-strings (only fed them a bone)

Grinned and put my hands in my pockets

To drift away to a land of my own



Chorus: Think I'll have lines on my face

               When i get out of this placE

               So I guess I'll be ever so carefull

               It wouldn't help to deny

               I'm well advised to comply

               By the rules or be ever so tearful 



We played a game of Cowards and Heroes

We lay the rules on the floor

But then we spoke of flowers and quiros

It ended up in a draw

But all the time they were bound and belittled

I wouldn't let them go . go, go !

I only want to use them for skittles

And drift away to a land of my own



They were begging over and over;

"If we behave can we feed ?"

began to throw them piece of clover

And said;"Now count the leaves !"

I realised it was only a battle

And went to look for the war (haw ! haw !)

My brains began then to rattle

and drift away to a land of their own