The Wild Boys

The Wild Boys are taking over
Like I always said they would
Their spears are made of plastic
Their hearts are made of wood

They're high on drugs now
They're dancing in the round
Chanting silent songs
In veils that colour sound
They keep on coming
They're driving me to ground

I think that they've got horns
And wings that help them fly
They don't even care
If they live or they die
I hear their hooves a-coming
Riding across the sky
They don't care if they are living
Or how many people cry
They keep on coming
They're driving me to ground

If their sainted mothers
Were to see them now
Their cheeks would surely blush
They'd have to mop their brow

The owl and the cat are laughing
At how humans get around
The moon has come to rest now
And it's laying down with the cow

They keep on coming
They're driving me a-ground



Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Simmons
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