Reynard The Fox - Julian Cope

Hey, in the pouring rain

When the smell of terror brings a thousand eyes

The red men come again

They kill my children and they kill my wife

And then they leave me bleeding

Family dead, just freaking out, bleeding

Stoned in the gutter, empty of my colour

I’m fried, fried, ticking in the side

Body twitched from side to side

I’m fried, fried, ticking in the side

Body twitched from side to side

Run, run, Reynard, run, run, run

You’ve got to run for an hour and you’re still not done

You’ve got to run, run, Reynard, run, run, run

Away, away, away, away, away

Hey, in the ice and snow

When the call-up sounds to the real in deed

But do you really wanna know

How we rode into freedom on whimsy and greed?

And greed said your time is over

I don’t see any gallant calls

I don’t see an inch of reflex

'cept to leave me bleeding

Bleeding, bleeding, bleeding

Reynard left and went to Warwickshire

To a mound near a railway line with canals and a freezing swamp

He climbs high up above the countryside and breathes freely

To the south he could see Polesworth

And to the North he could just make out the ruins of the priory

Where Joss and I played cricket as children

We were only 3 miles away (Have you heard about the orphan)

Probably drinking tea and talking (Sitting by the coffin)

At the same time as he was (Have you heard about the orphan)

Taking the stanley knife out of the bag (Sitting by the coffin)

He pushed the point (His Father’s not a sinner no more, oh no)

Into his stomach (His Father’s not a sinner no more)

Until the light shone right through

And then he reached down

And he took the bag

It’s a plastic bag

With plastic handles

And plastic sides

And

And

And

And

AND

HE SPILLED HIS GUTS ALL OVER THE STAGE

HE SPILLED HIS GUTS ALL OVER THE STAGE