7 & 3 Is The Striker's Name

(albüm: Wake Up The Nation - 2010)

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

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 fuckers in the castle
They're all bastards too

I could be stable, I might be fine
I don't want to fuck it up this time
Well, she loves me tender, she loves me strong
We're star crossed lovers and we sing this song

Come on! Come on! The sky is bright
Our wings are clipped but we still might fly 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 fuckers in the castle
They're all bastards too

Away in the night like a thief of old
Not too skinny and not too bold
7 & 3 is the striker's name
Washing his hands as he walks away

She loves me tender, she loves me strong
We're star crossed lovers and we sing this song