Justify The Thrill Lyrics - Straight On Till Morning - Blues Traveler

Break away, break away 

Blink on and nod 

Carelessly with matches play 

Telling you, you're odd 

Foolishly, he lets it burn 

Aware of different shapes 

And so he makes his hand a fist 

And never looks at what he rapes 

And who am I to say I don't understand it? 

And if feelin' better justifies the thrill 

An' who'd be stupid enough to say it doesn't have to be that way? 

I will 

Sing a song of sixty pence 

For a pocket full of rye 

And kill all that you represents 

To ensure that he will die 

Chase him from the public square 

Or hang him from a tree 

And tell his kind they best beware 

Because he's different from me 

And who am I to say, I don't understand it? 

And if feelin' better justifies the thrill 

An' who'd be stupid enough to say it doesn't have to be that way? 

I will 

Twinkle, twinkle little star 

We have you in our sights 

Dangerous, we come this far 

The serpent giggles with delight 

The pigs head on a stick does grin 

As we teeter on the brink 

He's singin', you are all my children 

My islands bigger than you think 

And who am I to say I don't understand it? 

And if feelin' better justifies the thrill 

An' who'd be stupid enough to say it doesn't have to be that way? 

I will 

I will, ah 

I will 

I will