Lunatic Lyrics - Singles - John Popper

Move on 

And shuffle off 

Winter's gift is a burning cough 

Once a stranger 

Always a friend 

To the cold and the odd stare 

And the danger 

Should he ever open his mouth 

And so he bides his time 

Yes, he bides his time 

Yes, he bides his time 

Some day he thinks he may fool everyone 

And they'll give and let him live in the bright hot sun 

And so he bides his time 

Yes, he bides his time 

Yes, he bides his time 

Doorways and hope keep him warm 

Strangely calm before the storm 

Quite sure that he will be free 

To speak of voices he can't quite see 

They tell him more than he'd ever wished to know 

And so he bides his time 

Yes, he bides his time 

Yes, he bides his time 

And when the bugle sound 

Knocks the mountains down 

His work will be done 

Whispers in his ear he keeps him clear 

For the angels when they come 

So he bides his time 

Yes, he bides his time 

Yes, he bides his time 

Till he assumes his place 

Then he'll see the face of God, of God 

The ruthless King of Kings 

Who keeps telling him things 

That still seem odd 

So he bides his time 

Yes, he bides his time 

Move on