Richard Thompson

Crawl Back (Under My Stone)

Richard Thompson


This time you hurt me 
You really did it this time you did 
Did you count your fingers after shaking my hand 
God forbid 
Riff raff crawling from the slums 
Right there in front of all your chums 
I swear by the pricking of my thumbs 
I'll make your day and melt away 

I'll crawl back under my stone 
I'll crawl back under my stone 
I'll crawl back under my stone 
But you won't have to stand next to me 
You won't have to introduce me 
You won't have to think about, talk about, care about, me 
I'll crawl back 

I've got a nerve just showing my face don't you think 
Scruffy little likes ought to know their place don't you think 
Old boy, sorry to intrude 
Damn shame pretty bloody rude 
I should be horsewhipped and sued 
Then I'll go quietly my tail between my knees 

I'll crawl back under my stone 
I'll crawl back under my stone 
I'll crawl back under my stone 
But you won't have to stand next to me 
You won't have to introduce me 
You won't have to think about, talk about, care about, me 
I'll crawl back 

I want to be middle class 
Floors and ceilings made of glass 
I just want to be, I just want to be free 

You had me in a second you had it all reckoned, you did 
You guessed my game and my name, rank and number, you did 
Somehow I gave myself away 
Some code, some word I didn't say 
I missed one line in the play 
And the trap shut tight and you did me all right 

I'll crawl back under my stone 
I'll crawl back under my stone 
I'll crawl back under my stone 
But you won't have to stand next to me 
You won't have to introduce me 
You won't have to think about, talk about, care about 
You won't have to ask about, fuss about, discuss about 
You won't have to mind about, swear about, forget about, me 
Crawl back 
I'll crawl back 
I'll crawl back 
Crawl back 

I'll crawl back 
Crawl back 
Crawl back 
I'll crawl back