When I was a child my mother Would tuck me into bed And each night as she kissed me These are the words that she said
She said Don't go to bed with strangers Don't play with the dead Always keep your wits sharp Like the axe inside the shed
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When I was just a schoolboy My father, he spoke unto me He said, Boychick, my son Don't trust anyone And remember that nothing is free
"And the world is full of strangers The world is full of dread The world is full of charm and wits And millions of tears you will shed"
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Well, when I was a young man My professor at university Said advice is corrupting Don't ever be trusting Don't show your emotion Human suffering is an ocean And it's dark at the bottom of the sea
And there's no such thing as a stranger They're equally backwards and wrong Shapened axes, not wits, Bones are broken by sticks And you never be free till you're strong
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Well, young men grow older And the world, it gets colder Though it never was warm to begin Don't let down your guard For the reaper works hard And he will not take pause till you're dead
Now I'm old and I'm rusty My troubles like sand on a beach They can't be calculated I always have waited For something just out of reach
And I to myself am a stranger My heart is an island of lead My world is resounding With miseries abounding There's only one thing to be said