Keysies - Gerry Cinnamon

In the field I’m a wean and running with the wind

The sky cracks open and it rains on my skin

My t-shirt's too thin to keep out the cold

Late coming home from school

Playing soldiers in the park

Invisible machine guns in my hands

Swimming with sharks

Until it gets dark

And then we go home

Keysies up, keysies down

Keysies up, keysies down

Keysies up, keysies down

Magic circle all around