7 & 3 Is The Striker's Name

Little prick, you're crossing every line The winds of change and the sands of time 7 & 3 is the striker's name Washing his hands as he walks away Come on, come on The sky has arrived Wings are clipped But we still might fly away Come on, come on The sky has arrived Wings are clipped But we still might fly away Curse my master and his slaves And his soldiers too Curse those fuckers, in their castle They're all bastards too Keep me stable, I may be fine I don't want to fuck it up this time She loves me tender, she loves me strong We're starcross'd lovers and we sing this song Come on, come on The sky has arrived Wings are clipped But we still might fly away Come on, come on The sky has arrived Wings are clipped But we still might fly away Curse my master and his slaves And his soldiers too Curse those fuckers, in their castle They're all bastards too Riding in the night like a thief, although Not too skinny and not too bold 7 & 3 is the striker's name Washing his hands as he walks away She loves me tender and she loves me strong We're starcross'd lovers and we sing this song Here goes