Back In The Saddle
I thought I've lost my grip forever,
But now I am complete.
They say: you must have listened better.
Get down on your feet!
Oh-oh x3
I'm back in the saddle!
I thought I'm broken for some reason,
And I was pretty right.
A glass of stout found the cure -
My belt sits tight.
Oh-oh x3
I'm back in the saddle!
Midget With A Crossbow
When little Bobby had a birthday,
His father made a prank.
He sold his son to a circus
Just to pay a rent.
And then he left his son forever
To be a little clown,
A funny midget on a pony
In a pink dress and a big crown.
For many years humiliated
With evenings drown in tears,
The midget found a dirty crossbow
And put away his fears.
Midget with a crossbow!
Crossbow.
Solo.
And every person, who was laughing
At the midget in the past,
Is found murdered from the back
With a poison bolt in a bloodbath.
Midget with a crossbow!
Crossbow.
Midget with a crossbow!
Crossbow.
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