Текст песни Lunatic and Fire-Pistol - Julian Cope

Oh, my stars that fall like ashen
Memories amidst the trees
Then burst like leper sunsets
On the shore
In English town my sweetheart weeps
And how I would prefer
To be counting sheep than fighting
In the war
Now lunatic and fire pistol deep into my brain
Once more into the breach, into the fray
Insane, I see the rough-house boys descend onto the green
The candle burns the hours that light the day
But now I am the undergrowth
And still I would prefer
To be leaving hell and travelling
Far away
In short, the village ignorants
Are plundering my town
It's a savage heart that beats them
On their way
So lunatic and fire your pistol deep into my brain
Once more into the breach, into the fray
Again I see the rough house-boys descend onto my green
The candle burns the hours that light the day
But safe in this uniform
In no other way
Cast out and destitute
Ridden once with violence
Now I decay
But long ago I had a friend, honey
And sound and fury was his game
With pure contempt for any picture, honey
Just dedication to the frame
No stomach for the fighting
No fear of cannon fire
So, lunatic, just fire your pistol there