Procol Harum - Butterfly Boys Lyrics
They tell us that were savagesWho havent got a hopeWere burning in the furnaces,Were choking at the smokeThey say we havent got a choice,Refuse to recognize our voiceYet they enjoy comissionsFrom the proceeds of the jokeThose butterfly boysAt play with their toysStinging like beesItching like fleasButterfly boysYou got the toysYou got the breezeWe cought the freezeButterfly boys give us a breakWe got the groceries you got the cakeThey tell us that were savagesWho cannot understandWere sailing on a sinking ship,Were swimming in the sandThey put their fingers in their ears,Refuse to recognize our fearsAnd fly off to jamaicaWhen we call them underhand