Procol Harum

The Piper's Tune

Procol Harum


And so you've made a nasty mess; 
you have caused your mother great distress 
They're bound to even up the score 
you'll get no sweeties anymore 
They'll give your friends a talking to 
persuade them not to play with you. 
They'll tell them 'bout your awful crime 
there'll be no second chance this time 

It seems they're out to take your skin 
They'll cut you up and throw you in 
They say you've led them up the path 
and now they'll take their turn to laugh 
They say they laid a careful trap 
and now you've fallen in their lap. 
They're out to make a sacrifice 
and you're the one to pay the price. 

It's no use knocking on the door 
There's none can help you anymore 
You've gambled and your chance was lost 
and now you'll have to pay the cost 
You wouldn't take your mum's advice 
and now you'll have to pay the price 
They say the piper calls the tune 
You'll hear his music very soon.