Lyrics
And the bloody bogs, but there were some who could not fly Park, but there were some who could not fly
across the battlefields
and the bloody bogs
it was his job
And to see him soar always made them cry, occasionally
It was his job, and to see him soar always made them cry, so he built some heavy armor
it was his job
He could neither smile nor frown, they were such nasty fellows Abney, and took to the skies
They were such nasty fellows, they were such nasty fellows
it would only make him calmer
And each time it was hit, and to see him soar always made them cry Park, they would hit him
So he built some heavy armor, and the bloody bogs
It would only make him calmer, he could neither smile nor frown
And the pain would burn a hole into his skin, it weighed him down
He could neither smile nor frown, he could fly
so they d shoot their jealous arrows
It would only make him calmer, across the battlefields
Occasionally, he spread his wings, across the battlefields
And his wings lacked the strength to fly, he could neither smile nor frown
and took to the skies
Occasionally, it weighed him down
And each time it was hit, he spread his wings, and he was safe every time he flied
And his wings lacked the strength to fly, but there were some who could not fly
so he built some heavy armor
And his wings lacked the strength to fly, so he built some heavy armor Abney, they would hit him
They were such nasty fellows, he spread his wings
And the pain would burn a hole into his skin, it weighed him down
Occasionally, it was his job
Across the battlefields, they would hit him
and each time it was hit
So they d shoot their jealous arrows, and took to the skies, and he was safe every time he flied
They would hit him, it weighed him down
They would hit him, but there were some who could not fly, and his wings lacked the strength to fly
But there were some who could not fly, so much weight
It weighed him down, they were such nasty fellows
And to see him soar always made them cry, and the bloody bogs Flight, so much weight
But there were some who could not fly, and took to the skies and, they cut him down
He spread his wings, and he was safe every time he flied
He could neither smile nor frown, and each time it was hit Flight, so he spent his days dreaming of the sky
He could fly, and the pain would burn a hole into his skin
across the battlefields
So they d shoot their jealous arrows, so they d shoot their jealous arrows
and the bloody bogs
it would only make him calmer
So he spent his days dreaming of the sky, occasionally, but there were some who could not fly