Anthony Phillips - We're All as We Lie lyrics

August saw a contest fit for Kings From far and wide they came to trade their swings Little grubs with stone-age clubs And tanners' sons with foxes gloves They came to face the stiffest course since Tring Harold took an eight-iron at the first Hoped the hedge whilst Tostig chipped and cursed Sliced into a sticky patch and, playing out, He'd met his match When lettuce leaves had made the crowd disperse. So, we're all as we lie We're all as we're lying. No, don't tell me it's time, It's all in the timing. Getting wiser, so much wiser, introspected ostraciser, Drinking up with no holes barred to play. Daphne lay beside the Silent Pool, When suddenly the air began to cool Otto heard it, running back, And tried to stop the thudding crack As Luther strode up, crying "Winter Rules". "Holy Mackerel", cried the Papal Prince, "You're out of bounds I'm really quite convinced". Luther drew his driver but the Pope pulled out a fiver And they halved the hole on points of sacraments So, we're all as we lie We're all as we're lying. No, don't tell me it's time, It's all in the timing. Getting wiser, so much wiser, Seven Sisters sympathiser Drinking up with no holes left to play. The hour of confrontation now was nigh As Plato and Justinian were tied, Locked in mortal combat firing vulture after wombat Their supremacy now could not be denied. The Seventeenth lay waiting for the pair As both advanced with silent, ashen stares But there they stood, incredulous, The distance reading "Nebulous" And "Best of luck, Buzz Aldrin beat you there". So, we're all as we lie We're all as we're lying. No, don't tell me it's time, It's all in the timing. So, we're all as we lie We're all as we're lying. No, don't tell me it's time, Or else I'll be crying.