Justify The Thrill — текст песни (blues traveler)

Music: chan kinchla

Lyrics: john popper



Break away break away

Blinkon and nod

Carelessly with matches play

Telling you youre 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 dont understand it

And if feeling better justifies the thrill

Whod be stupid enough to say it doesnt 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 hes different from me



And who am I to say I dont understand it

And if feeling better justifies the thrill

Whod be stupid enough to say it doesnt 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

Hes singing you are all my children

My islands bigger than you think



And who am I to say I dont understand it

And if feeling better justifies the thrill

Whod be stupid enough to say it doesnt have to be that way

I will

I will

I will

I will