7 & 3 Is The Striker's Name - Paul Weller

Beak to bleak and crossing every line

The winds of change and the sons of time

7 &3 is the strikers name

Washing his hands as he walks away

Come on!

Come on!

The sky is bright

Our wings are clipped but we still might fly away

Come on!

Come on!

The sky is bright

Our wings are clipped but we still might fly away

Curse my master and his slave

And his soldiers too

Curse those fuckers in the castle

They’re all bastards too

I could be stable, I might be fine

I don’t want to fuck it up this time

Well, she loves me tender, she loves me strong

We’re star crossed lovers and we sing this song

Come on!

Come on!

The sky is bright

Our wings are clipped but we still might fly away

Come on!

Come on!

The sky is bright

Our wings are clipped but we still might fly away

Curse my master and his slave

And his soldiers too

Curse those fuckers in the castle

They’re all bastards too

Away in the night like a thief of old

Not too skinny and not too bold

7 &3 is the striker’s name

Washing his hands as he walks away

She loves me tender, she loves me strong

We’re star crossed lovers and we sing this song