49th Parallel

(专辑： The Best Years Of Our Lives - 1975)

Think I'll have lines on my face when I get out of this place
So I guess I'll be ever so careful
It wouldn't help to deny, I'm well advised to comply
By the rules or be ever so tearful

I caught a vulture, he came up behind me
I put a chain on his claws
I caught another, been trying to find me
I slit a vein in his jaws
Tied the two of them up with guitar strings
Only fed them a bone
Grinned and put my hands in my pockets
To drift away to a land of my own

Think I'll have lines on my face when I get out of this place
So I guess I'll be ever so careful
It wouldn't help to deny, I'm well advised to comply
By the rules or be ever so tearful

We played a game of Cowards and Heroes
We lay the rules on the floor
But then we spoke of flowers and quiros
It ended up in a draw
But all the time they were bound and belittled
I wouldn't let them go
I only used them for skittles
And drift away to a land of my own

They were begging over and over
'If we behave, can we feed?'
Began to throw them pieces of clover
And said: 'Now count the leaves'
I realized it was only a battle
And went to look out for the war
My brains began to rattle
And drift away to a land of their own