Turpentine - Kevin Coyne

Take it

I know in Seven Oaks, there are plenty of folks

Who carry guns, carry knives

Smash the faces of their wives, of their wives

Take some turpentine

Burn the whole wide world right down now Take some turpentine

Burn the whole wide world right down now.

I see the cars, I see the people

There’s a flame on the steeple

Little babies on window sills

The people far below are ready to kill

— Solo — - Solo — Hold me, enfold me

Never leave me, don’t you cold me

I’m not joking, I’m not dying

We’re going to the moon

Better start flying Take turpentine