Toorali Lyrics - Singles - Eleventh He Reaches London

He hates himself, but loves the robe he wears, he drapes himself, the cold has yet to come 

His heart swings to the waves beneath the hull, he dreams of love, but love has left his world 

He spends himself boiling his ethanol fine, he shares it all and leads us to sing... 

Toorali Oorali Oorali Oorali, aye 

He says "Dreams are richer than life, so sleep whenever you can," I know I shouldn't repeat this, but I'd love to take my Queen's neck and then shout "OFF WITH HER HEAD!" 

And paint a cross with her blood 

Comparing the one she drew with mine 

Well they look the same, they'll always be the same 

And we sang toorali addity and we sang toorali aye, I'm reborn in criminal empathy, or rather, a blade to the throat 

Toorali Oorali Oorali Oorali, aye 

Death is my holiday from being alive, as I leave old England behind 

Well they look the same, they'll always be the same 

And we sang toorali addity and we sang toorali aye, I'm reborn in criminal empathy, or rather, a blade to the throat 

Toorali Oorali Oorali Oorali, aye 

Death is my holiday from being alive, as I leave old England behind