Break away, break away Blinkin 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 pig's head on a stick does grin As we teeter on the brink He's singing "you are all my children" My eyes are 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