Xtc - Prince Of Orange lyrics

Look at these hands Spokes of the sun god delay you, spray you Prince of orange, climb the ladder Prince of orange will die. Bra** robinettes Trumpet and drums for the taking, baking Prince of orange, climb the ladder Prince of orange will die. All the food he steals is all right Far the tall and gentle poplar Causing fanfare to those listening Now Drape 'round your head Mischief and secrets in green kelt, all hell Prince of orange, climb the ladder Prince of orange will die. Look at these lands (--- --- ---) You'll get no books for your dinner Sinner Prince of orange, climb the ladder Prince of orange will die