The Philosophers' Stone

I can't keep pace with you

Give you something wild

I can change the place with you

Turn you into something

Action comes to him who waits

If he's not gone cold

I can turn you into lead

I can turn you into gold

Read the small print

The philosophers' stone

But I'm grateful

The philosophers' stone

But I'm grateful

In the coffin of guitars

There her music lies

Foliage and solos

Growing from her eyes

This is England

The philosophers' stone

But I'm grateful

The philosophers' stone

But I'm grateful

Nazi in a wheelchair

And a cardigan

And a V-necked sweater

He's a sad old Nazi man

He's so friendly

The philosophers' stone

But I'm grateful

The philosophers' stone

But I'm grateful

Bury me in cellophane

Underneath a vault

I can climb back out again

But it's not my fault

I can climb back out again

What can you do?

The philosophers' stone

But I'm grateful

The philosophers' stone

But I'm grateful

The philosophers' stone