Golden Birds Flesh
Take me out coach I can't I can't fight anymore
Ain't called the bulldozer for nothing but this burns this burns this burns
Forget the other guys I know where their care goes so
If I can't face their gaze then it's because of my own nose-o
Put me in coach I can't stand aside anymore
Plank of pine and a playbook may do fine for an older man's fire but it don't fuel mine
I'll execute our plays I'll cover up our flaws I'll light the night ablaze
Just give me something for these claws now
Take me out coach I can't I can't fight anymore
Ain't called the bulldozer for nothing but this burns this burns this burns
Forget the other guys I know where their care goes so
If I can't face their gaze then it's because of my own nose-o
(I've got no strings to hold me down
To make me smile to make me frown
I've got no strings so I have fun
I'm not tied down to anyone
I've got no strings)
Bloodshot eyes up in the crow's nest
Hi-ho the merry prow
Well here it comes and there it goes yeah
So baby who now who's your real boy now
You make the call
"I've Got No Strings" by Dickie Jones (from Pinocchio)
