The Philosophers' Stone Lyrics - Singles - Robyn Hitchcock

I can't keep pace with you 

Give you something wild 

I can change the place with you 

Turn you into something 

Action comes to him who waits 

If he's not gone cold 

I can turn you into lead 

I can turn you into gold 

Read the small print 

The philosophers' stone 

But I'm grateful 

The philosophers' stone 

But I'm grateful 

In the coffin of guitars 

There her music lies 

Foliage and solos 

Growing from her eyes 

This is England 

The philosophers' stone 

But I'm grateful 

The philosophers' stone 

But I'm grateful 

Nazi in a wheelchair 

And a cardigan 

And a V-necked sweater 

He's a sad old Nazi man 

He's so friendly 

The philosophers' stone 

But I'm grateful 

The philosophers' stone 

But I'm grateful 

Bury me in cellophane 

Underneath a vault 

I can climb back out again 

But it's not my fault 

I can climb back out again 

What can you do? 

The philosophers' stone 

But I'm grateful 

The philosophers' stone 

But I'm grateful 

The philosophers' stone