paroles de chanson The Escape Artist - Richard Walters

Tie my hands behind my back
I′ll close my eyes and think of England
Bring the sack down
Pull the ropes round
Push me into crates and boxes
As you always do

If this ever goes the wrong way
Save me from the 'where are they now?′
If they ever figure out
Let chains be ashes
Oh let chains be ashes

Call the papers
Radio stations
Flash ball blimey
Make me famous
Build a temple of my body
Burn my name in New York City
As I need you to

If this ever goes the wrong way
Save me from the 'where are they now?'
If they ever figure out
Let chains be ashes
Let these chains be ashes
Oh let chains be ashes
Let these chains be ashes

I′m inside the blackest light
The outside is mine tonight
I′m inside the blackest light
The outside is mine tonight

If this ever goes the wrong way
Save me from the 'where are they now?′
If they ever find me out
Let chains be ashes
Oh let chains be ashes
Let these chains be ashes
Oh let chains be ashes