Xtc - Prince Of Orange Lyrics
Look at these handsSpokes of the sun God delay you, spray youPrince of orange, climb the ladderPrince of orange will die.Brass robinettesTrumpet and drums for the taking, bakingPrince of orange, climb the ladderPrince of orange will die.All the food he steals is all rightFar the tall and gentle poplarCausing fanfare to those listeningNowDrape round your headMischief and secrets in green kelt, all hellPrince of orange, climb the ladderPrince of orange will die.Look at these lands (--- --- ---)Youll get no books for your dinnerSinnerPrince of orange, climb the ladderPrince of orange will die