and if you shot me down,
and if i leave without my crown,
and if everything out there is dead,
are you the only one inside my head?
and if you leave me on the ground,
and if you sell me for a pound,
and if i’m gagged and i am bound,
do you hear me make a sound?
and if you kill my hopes,
and if you feed me all your ropes,
and if all that’s left are rusty yokes,
will you scream „t-t-t-that’s all folks?”