If you want to **** me, that's quite all right by me
Just tell me where you'll be gone
I don't know about you, but I know it's true
I'd rise up again come the dawn
If you want to play boss, fine, that's your loss
If you hang me out to dry
If you don't want my moss, I'll find you a cheap cross
And you can leave me only the sky
But I want you to know, it matters not where you go
I'll rise up and see you again
To bring you the sun, the moon and promises of fun
And ignore your army of dead men
You tell me to get out of town, and tear off the crown
Over which I never had a claim
Treat me like a waxen voodoo doll full of tacks, and
I'll keep you just the same