I'm an innocent young child sharp as a knife
Take me to the garretts where the artists have died
Show me the courtrooms where the judges have lied
Light coloured candles in dark dreary mines
Look in the mirror and stare at myself
And wonder if that's really me on the shelf
I don't know why but I do know what for
If we're all going somewhere let's get there soon
Oh this song's got no title just words and a tune
In a vast high powered rocket to the core of the sun
Want to read books in the studies of men
Born on the breeze and die on the wind
I'd study my subject and silently cry
Cry for my darkness to come down on me
For confusion to carry on turning the wheel
- Funeral for a Friend/Love..
- Candle in the Wind
- Bennie And The Jets
- Goodbye Yellow Brick Road
- This Song Has No Title
- Grey Seal
- Jamaica Jerk Off
- I've Seen That Movie Too
- Sweet Painted Lady
- The Ballad Of Danny Baile..
- Dirty Little Girl
- All The Girls Love Alice
- Your Sister Can't Twiest ..
- Saturday Night's Alright ..
- Roy Rodgers
- Social Disease