I may be a fire-fly
Catch the first train flying by
With my wits on fire
Send my legs to work it out
Send my feet to fall about
With the first train flying by
With my wits on fire
Send my legs to work it out
Send my feet to fall about
I've got two heads in my pocket
Send the flesh rushing in
Send me my weeping grin
I've lost my discipline
No more needles, no more self-defence
No more two heads, no more rushing in
Who's got a pig's head
Who's got big fat eyes
Who's an only child
Who's got a last goodbye
Bye-bye [x6]
