Music: chan kinchla Lyrics: john popper Break away break away Blinkon and nod Carelessly with matches play Telling you you're odd Foolishly he lets 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 it doesn't have to be that way I will Sing a song of sixty pence For a pocket full of rye And k** 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 it 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 it doesn't have to be that way I will I will I will I will