Текст песни The Escape Artist

Tie my hands behind my back I’ll close my eyes and think of England Bring the sack down Pull the ropes round Push me into crates and boxes As you always do If this ever goes the wrong way Save me from the where are they now If they ever figure out Let chains be ashes Oh let chains be ashes Call the papers, radio stations Flash ball blimey Make me famous Build a temple of my body Burn my name in New York City As I need you to If this ever goes the wrong way Save me from the where are they now If they ever figure out Let chains be ashes Let these chains be ashes Oh let chains be ashes Let these chains be ashes I’m inside the blackest light The outside is mine tonight If this ever goes the wrong way Save me from the where are they now If they ever find me I’ll Let chains be ashes Oh let chains be ashes Let these chains be ashes Oh let chains be ashes