7 & 3 Is The Strikers Name Lyrics

Paul Weller 7 & 3 Is The Strikers Name

Beak to bleak and crossing every line
The winds of change
and the sons of time
7 & 3 is the strikers name
Washing his hands as he walks away
Come on! Come on! The sky is bright
Our wings are clipped
but we still might fly away
Curse my master and his slave
And his soldiers too
Curse those f..ckers in the castle
They're all bastards too
I could be stable, I might be fine
I don't want to f..ck it up this time
Well, she loves me
tender, she loves me strong
We're star crossed lovers
and we sing this song
Away in the night like a thief of old
Not too skinny and not too bold
7 & 3 is the strikers name
Washing his hands as he walks away