Lyrics Billy Bragg

Billy Bragg

A Pict Song

Rome never looks where she treads

Always her heavy hooves fall

On our stomachs, our hearts, or our heads

And Rome never heeds when we call

Her sentries pass on "that is all"

And we gather behind them in hordes

And plot to reconquer their wall

With only our tongues for our swords

For we are the little folk, we!

Too little to love or to hate

Leave us alone and you'll see

How we can drag down the state

Mistletoe killing, an oak

Rats gnawing cables in two

Moths making holes in our coats

How they must love what they do

Yes and we little folk too

We are as busy as they

Working our works out of view

Watch and you'll see it someday

For we are the little folk we

Too little to love or to hate

Leave us alone and you'll see

How we can drag down the state

Yes it is true we are not strong

But we know of Peoples that are

Yes and we'll guide them along

To smash and destroy you in war

We should be slaves just the same

Yes we have always been slaves

But you, you will die of the shame

And then we shall dance on your graves

For we are the little folk we

Too little to love or to hate

Leave us alone and you'll see

How we can drag down the state

We are the worm in the wood

We are the rot at the roof

We are the taint in the blood

We are the thorn in the foot