Steve Harley & Cockney Rebel - 49th Parallel lyrics

Harley Think I'll have lines on my face when I get out of this place So I guess I'll be ever so careful 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. Think I'll have lines on my face when I get out of this place So I guess I'll be ever so careful 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 I only used 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 pieces of clover And said: 'Now count the leaves' I realized it was only a battle And went to look out for the war My brains began to rattle And drift away to a land of their own.