V1
Hey little sheep, my name’s Wat,
and I just wanted to say,
I feel so haunted, underground,
of so-called better day,
nothing’s changed, it’s still the same,
no one wants to learn,
so, with cold repetition,
people will always yearn!
Pre-Chorus
The pain you hate, has become your joy,
you can’t reclaim innocence, girls and boys…
Chorus (x2 at the end)
So, come on by the fire,
to get warm with me,
to never be free,
come on by the fire,
where we’ll burn our tears,
upon deaf ears!
V2
Mr Tyler, back again,
to speak to you once more,
the ones, who are still living,
who still prance upon the floor,
it seems false gods remain,
defaming titles, as their shields,
if the old laws were still around,
you’d join me in Smithfield!
V3
I like you, eventually,
wore a protester’s muzzle,
England’s, England, not Richard
I was so very puzzled,
why are we chastised
the people who make the realm?
But, I suppose, give power to people,
what is healthy, is unwell!