Would that I were As young as those musk-agers I'd sing to myself A song of the sort I've sung World spins round And its twin slows it down It could save you The shock of your youth As long as you swear On second and air? Not to burden yourself with that truth The storm wood sways One as a wish-well wind? Saving our eyes Punchups and kicking zen World spins round And its twin slows it down It could save you The shock of your youth As long as you swear On second and air? Not to burden yourself with that truth Time out And then a plea for the polls Just shorten the length of your noose So take care to care Young soldiers beware White flag on rifles, no truce World spins round And its twin slows it down It could save you The shock of your youth As long as you swear On second and air? Not to burden yourself with that truth