Fire Eater
He gave me his time in half forgotten jewsTalk a scarecrow has a mind to jump the fenceIf he's got any sense (my legs have gone to their maker)If he's got any sense...EcstasyI've got a hunch, I've got a hunchThis is a song about ecstasySing it loud and sing it next to meSing it loud and sing it clearCause it is all we need to hearSing a song about ecstasyA golden line we stand entwinedA thorough bred beneath the bedA pidgeon strut in open fieldLitter bins hide a placeA bloody disgrace, a bloody disgraceAbout ecstasy next to meA flowers scent I'm heaven bentI'm scarred for life I'm scarred for lifeIn open fields, fields open inI stumble in to stumble outAnd this is what its all aboutA roundabout, a roundaboutA bloody disgrace, a bloody disgraceSing a song about ecstasySing it loud and sing it next to meGoodbyeA scarecrow has a sense to jump the fenceTo jump the fence, to jump the fence
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