Butterfly Boys Lyrics - Bbc Live In Concert - Procol Harum

They tell us that we're savages 

who haven't got a hope 

We're burning in the furnaces, 

we're choking at the smoke 

They say we haven't got a choice, 

refuse to recognize our voice 

Yet they enjoy comissions 

from the proceeds of the joke 

Those Butterfly Boys 

at play with their toys 

Stinging like bees 

itching like fleas 

Butterfly Boys 

you got the toys 

You got the breeze 

we cought the freeze 

Butterfly Boys give us a break 

We got the groceries you got the cake 

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They tell us that we're savages 

who cannot understand 

We're sailing on a sinking ship, 

we're swimming in the sand 

They put their fingers in their ears, 

refuse to recognize our fears 

And fly off to Jamaica 

when we call them underhand 

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