From "Sleepy Hollow: The Rock Opera"
(Dave Fernandes drums)
Each haughty laugh, and each turn of the screw
How much to wear my resolution thin
Maybe I did bite off more than I can chew
Which is more than I can do
When someone knocks my teeth in
No points for sticking it out
No yellow ribbon prize
No polite applause,
No fallen hero cannonnized.
Brom makes to swallow my ambition like a shot,
But no glass of beer can chase the edge I've got so
Don't prod a beast at bay
I was all for a clean fight
But it's something I never get
So bring it on, and do your worst
Me, I'll keep my finger on the pulse
Of the match I won't strike yet.
You'd think I'd learn to play the odds by now
You think I'd wear my resignation well, sure
But love has the strength of a hundred men
And greed the strength of thousands more.
I'll show them all,
I'll take that party by surprise
Ride in bedecked
In flowing tails and regal eyes.
She gets one look at me and Mr. Bones is sunk
And should that fail, Plan B is Get her drunk so
Don't prod a beast at bay
'Cause I was all for a clean fight
But it's something I never get, I never
So bring it on, and do your worst
Me, I'll keep my finger on the pulse
Of the match I won't strike yet.
(David Fernandes - drums)
Copyright 1997 Zach London