F＃m
To be strung up on a leafless tree,
Whe re everything dies and nothing grows.
A
Hanging like molding fruit,
One last dance whilst you decompose.
F＃m
On come the Paddington spectacles,
A black plague over all I admired.
(A vegetable breakfast) a hearty choke,
Seems like the whole world conspired.
E
But there stood a man,
He was cut up, distraught and cold.
But amongst the wreckage of his rib cage,
His heart still thudded as he said:
'I re gard myself as a soldier,
Though a soldier of peace.
I know the value of discipline and truth.
I must ask you to believe me when I say…'
N o matter if it all backfires, (backfires!)
No matter if it al l goes wrong!
We just gotta get ourselves together,
We've sat still for far too long!
Now this ain't over yet.
As far as I can see:
We've only just begu n
Ooh ble h!
