7 & 3 Is The Striker's Name

7 & 3 Is The Striker's Name by Paul Wellerittle prick, you're crossing every line

The winds of change and the sands of time

7 & 3 is the striker's name

Washing his hands as he walks away

Come on, come on

The sky has arrived

Wings are clipped

But we still might fly away

Come on, come on

The sky has arrived

Wings are clipped

But we still might fly away

Curse my master, and his slaves

And his soldiers too

Curse those fuckers, in their castle

They're all bastards too

Keep me stable, I may be fine

I don't want to fuck it up this time

She loves me tender, she loves me strong

We're star-cross'd lovers and we sing this song

Come on, come on

The sky has arrived

Wings are clipped

But we still might fly away

Come on, come on

The sky has arrived

Wings are clipped

But we still might fly away

Curse my master, and his slaves

And his soldiers too

Curse those fuckers, in their castle

They're all bastards too

Riding in the night like a thief, although

Not too skinny and not too bold

7 & 3 is the striker's name

Washing his hands as he walks away

She loves me tender and she loves me strong

We're star-cross'd lovers and we sing this song

Here goes...