Silkworm A Cockfight Of Feelings
Only a fool gives up sex for lent
When we were alive, before the eagle was spread
It fell out of the sky and into the bed
And you painted it true blue
Now the eagle it hunts and you are its prey
In old fashioned clothes and Nottingham lace
Go ask Mrs. Johnson and she will say
What a person you were back when
Softly Now, Softly Now, Try it, you won't die
Tobacco's a help because it clears the mind
But like all your friends it is vilified
They always say, the right amount's fine
Even lazy people know the rules
But you spoke a language that I knew too
Innate understanding because I was a fool
We all learn to listen after years at school
Speaking of rules the book is in Port of Spain
The worst work on Earth is on the turkey farm
When those birds get excited, sound the alarm
Where you took yourself and booked yourself
And no one else wants to know
