I may be a fire-fly

Catch the first train flying by
With my wits on fire
Send my legs to work it out
Send my feet to fall about

With the first train flying by
With my wits on fire
Send my legs to work it out
Send my feet to fall about

I've got two heads in my pocket
Send the flesh rushing in
Send me my weeping grin
I've lost my discipline

No more needles, no more self-defence
No more two heads, no more rushing in

Who's got a pig's head
Who's got big fat eyes
Who's an only child
Who's got a last goodbye

Bye-bye [x6]