Lyric Justify The Thrill

Break away Break away
Blinkon and Nod
Carelessly with matches play
Telling you you re odd
Foolishly he let s 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
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
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
Doesn t have to be that way
I will
I will
I will
I will