Backsliding Fearlessly Lyrics - Singles - Mott The Hoople

(ian hunter) 

I dreamt of being horses in shackles of gold 

And the men that were young then are now terribly old 

The graveyard was creaking with too many bones 

While the bishop was praying his cassock was sold 

Three cheers for the innocent though he is perverse 

Three screams for the hangman as he cries for the hearse 

I weep for the rebels conventional ways 

For he loses his mind while the devious stay 

By the way 

If the world saluted you 

Well what would you do if you could be there 

Well would you still take me 

Would you take me anywhere 

If the world saluted you 

Well what would you say when things were down 

Would you still want me 

Would you want me around 

So come all ye faithful and slaughter your lambs 

Your minds have been whipped by experienced hands 

I wish we were children I'd welcome the change 

And the mind of an old man you can't rearrange 

Ain't it strange 

If the world saluted you 

Well what would you do if you could be there 

Would you still 

Would you still take me anywhere 

If the world saluted you 

What would you say when things were down 

Would you still want me 

Would you still want me around