49th Parallel Lyrics - The Best Years Of Our Lives - Steve Harley

Chorus: think I'll have lines on my face 

When I get out of this place 

So I guess I'll be ever so carefull 

It wouldn't help to deny 

I'm well advised to comply 

By the rules or be ever so tearful 

I caught a vulture, he came up behind me 

I put a chain on his claws 

I caught another - been trying to find me 

I slit a vein in his jaws 

Tied the two of them up with guitar-strings (only fed them a bone) 

Grinned and put my hands in my pockets 

To drift away to a land of my own 

Chorus: think I'll have lines on my face 

When I get out of this place 

So I guess I'll be ever so carefull 

It wouldn't help to deny 

I'm well advised to comply 

By the rules or be ever so tearful 

We played a game of cowards and heroes 

We lay the rules on the floor 

But then we spoke of flowers and quiros 

It ended up in a draw 

But all the time they were bound and belittled 

I wouldn't let them go . go, go ! 

I only want to use them for skittles 

And drift away to a land of my own