The Girl in a Furskin Rug

It´s time of martyrs and assassins Demostration reigns everywhere Crowds of people young are amassing There´s a revolution in the air Anarchy and fighting on the city streets A new voice is shouting loud in the searing heat It´s time of prophets with protest songs Tryin' to make it right their fathers wrongs Rail against the picks of the grey haired guard Fight against the bullies of the old school yard Fists raining hard Playground thugs - We all love the girl in a furskin rug It´s time of butterflies on the wheel Take a magic trip and they throw 'em in jail And Sergeant pilcher he´s going down What a clown Planting drugs - On the girl in a furskin rug I wasn´t there Just too young for that But I've watched the film and read the book And though I swear It´s the same old hat Nostalgia sells and we love the look - Of the girl in a furskin rug The dream is over long time gone The old brigade just carries on It wass all a con But I'd still love to hug - The girl in a furskin rug