Break away Break away   Blinkon and Nod   Carelessly with matches play   Telling you you're odd   Foolishly he lets it burn   Aware of different shapes   And so he makes his hand a fist   And never looks at what he rapes      And who am I to say I don't understand it   And if feeling better justifies the thrill   Who'd be stupid enough to say it doesn't have to be that way   I will      Sing a song of sixty pence   For a pocket full of rye   And kill all that he represents   To ensure that he will die   Chase him from the public square   Or hang him from a tree   And tell his kind they best beware   Because he's different from me      And who am I to say I don't understand it   And if feeling better justifies the thrill   Who'd be stupid enough to say it doesn't have to be that way   I will      Twinkle Twinkle little star   We have you in our sights   Dangerous, we come this far   The serpent giggles with delight   The pigs head on a stick does grin   As we teeter on the brink   He's singing you are all my children   My islands bigger than you think      And who am I to say I don't understand it   And if feeling better justifies the thrill   Who'd be stupid enough to say it doesn't have to be that way   I will   I will   I will   I will