You May Leave School, But It Never

I Leaned Right Over To Kiss Your Stoney Book A Little Jealous Of The Ships With Whom You Flirt A Billion Lovers With Their Cameras Snap To Look And In My Fantasy I Sail Beneath Your Skirt

We Did A Gig At The Marquee And We Were Supposed To Be Paid Five Pounds But We Never Got It, And It Cost Us Something Like 10 Pounds In Petrol To Get There To Do It. So What We Did Was Steal Some Equipment From The Marquee.

The Early Gigs Were Pretty Panicky - And Great, Sweaty Fun. We Were Brand New To Most People, And They Were Willing To Take Anything Brand New, For The First Time In Years.

Reign Of Blows Cascading Down Upon Your Shoulders Far Too Many Men Dressed Up As Soldiers The Lamb Is Brought To The Ground Under The Weight Of The Crown A Crown Of Thorns And Dark Deeds The Swastika And The Hammer And Sickle Are Symbols That Reap Only Weeds

We Stole Their Babes And Mothers, Chiefs And Braves Although We Held The Whip, You Knew We Were The Real Slaves To Alchemy, Human Alchemy.