Texty:
Weasel King The Musical Decree Number Twenty Four

I have seen some strange things Like men turned to smoke in silhouettes And even though I tried to escape this I could run and I could hide, but I couldn

We?re lit, we?re taking off like wildfire We?ll take this school by storm Leave off now, someone else?ll pick up I think they?ve caught our scent We?

There?s no breeze today I think it?s hotter than yesterday Laying on the ground here Beneath these bushes, I can disappear The opening notes of the

motorbike) Soaring high, the countryside just passes by And I will hold you tight (On this flying motorbike) Keep my mind on the task at hand I?ve gotta get you to number four

I have a sad, sad story to tell I can?t tell it myself now, but it?s just as well Played my part until the end And now it?s me that I can?t mend Don