Crawl Back (Under My Stone) - Richard Thompson

This time you hurt me

You really did it this time you did

Did you count your fingers after shaking my hand

God forbid

Riff raff crawling from the slums

Right there in front of all your chums

I swear by the pricking of my thumbs

I’ll make your day and melt away

I’ll crawl back under my stone

I’ll crawl back under my stone

I’ll crawl back under my stone

But you won’t have to stand next to me

You won’t have to introduce me

You won’t have to think about, talk about, care about, me

I’ll crawl back

I’ve got a nerve just showing my face don’t you think

Scruffy little likes ought to know their place don’t you think

Old boy, sorry to intrude

Damn shame pretty bloody rude

I should be horsewhipped and sued

Then I’ll go quietly my tail between my knees

I’ll crawl back under my stone

I’ll crawl back under my stone

I’ll crawl back under my stone

But you won’t have to stand next to me

You won’t have to introduce me

You won’t have to think about, talk about, care about, me

I’ll crawl back

I want to be middle class

Floors and ceilings made of glass

I just want to be, I just want to be free

You had me in a second you had it all reckoned, you did

You guessed my game and my name, rank and number, you did

Somehow I gave myself away

Some code, some word I didn’t say

I missed one line in the play

And the trap shut tight and you did me all right

I’ll crawl back under my stone

I’ll crawl back under my stone

I’ll crawl back under my stone

But you won’t have to stand next to me

You won’t have to introduce me

You won’t have to think about, talk about, care about

You won’t have to ask about, fuss about, discuss about

You won’t have to mind about, swear about, forget about, me

Crawl back

I’ll crawl back

I’ll crawl back

Crawl back

I’ll crawl back

Crawl back

Crawl back

I’ll crawl back