Riding with their spears and bible Where only the ascendency understand their crown And the authors know their standing Sacred in the prophecy where they wrote it down He kept on running till they stopped him And then they kept his tail And early morning sent us away
Oh but there was nothing else I could do
Capture in the human district Brought him in for questioning though he could not speak And when you going to learn to Like a perfect gentlemen live with the machines The fairy-tale has been printed With no record of what you were
Oh but there was nothing else I could do