The hands loom heavy with only an hour to go
I hold my breath but the seekers will find me
Priest and pauper, the leper, can't changes his spots
The king knows and I know, and everybody knows
Spring, sun, winter, dread, I don't want to get older
No way, no way
Spring, sun, winter, dread, I don't want to get older
No way, no way
Are those my people, or are they barbarians all?
I need a shoulder to talk to about it
Swing the hammer, the fragments, a skull exploding
On you, on all you, and showers on the infant's bed
Spring, sun, winter, dread, I don't want to get older
No way, no way
Spring, sun, winter, dread, I don't want to get older
No way, no way
You are a thief and a murderer too, stole that face that you wear from a craven baboon
Cos you did to her and you did it to him, and you did it before and you'll do it again
I saw it, I know it