Robyn Hitch***** - The Philospher's Stone Lyrics
I can't keep pace with youGive you something wildI can change place with youTurn you into somethingAction comes to him who waitsIf he's not gone coldI can turn you into leadI can turn you into goldRead the small printThe Philosophers' Stone but I'm gratefulIn the coffin of guitars, there her music liesFoliage and solos, growing from her eyesThis is EnglandThe philosopher's stoned, but ungratefulNazi in a wheelchairAnd a cardiganAnd a v-necked sweaterHe's a sad old Nazi manHe's so friendly!The Philosophers' Stone but I'm gratefulThe Philosophers' Stone but I'm gratefulBury me in cellophaneUnderneath a vaultI can climb back out againBut it's not my faultI can climb back out againWhat can you do?The Philosophers' Stone but I'm gratefulThe Philosophers' Stone but I'm gratefulThe Philosophers' Stone but I'm grateful