One and one, and impaired
to the subready hare.
Three of them found a cure for heavens ache.
The cowards found a book.
They’re quoting Capt. Cook
and are dressin’ up the messin’ up of Newtown.
The window-shopping squad
pretend they can afford.
But there’s a price-tag on their dreams – the stair’s too steep.
The coward took a look and alarmed Capt. Hook.
He was fakin’ up the making-up of Newtown.
You have opened an account-door,
so you can go inside.
Through the blood – it saves me.
And he held his own.
You and me chasing dragons;
all day long.
You and me taunting red-heads;
duckin dutchmen all day long.
Going home. We’re on our way home.