Justify The Thrill

Break away Break away

Blinkon and Nod

Carelessly with matches play

Telling you you're odd

Foolishly he lets it burn

Aware of different shapes

And so he makes his hand a fist

And never looks at what he rapes

And who am I to say I don't understand it

And if feeling better justifies the thrill

Who'd be stupid enough to say it doesn't have to be that way

I will

Sing a song of sixty pence

For a pocket full of rye

And kill all that he represents

To ensure that he will die

Chase him from the public square

Or hang him from a tree

And tell his kind they best beware

Because he's different from me

And who am I to say I don't understand it

And if feeling better justifies the thrill

Who'd be stupid enough to say it doesn't have to be that way

I will

Twinkle Twinkle little star

We have you in our sights

Dangerous, we come this far

The serpent giggles with delight

The pigs head on a stick does grin

As we teeter on the brink

He's singing you are all my children

My islands bigger than you think

And who am I to say I don't understand it

And if feeling better justifies the thrill

Who'd be stupid enough to say it doesn't have to be that way

I will

I will

I will

I will