Robyn Hitchcock - The Philospher's Stone lyrics

[Robyn Hitchcock - The Philospher's Stone lyrics]

I can't keep pace with you
Give you something wild
I can change the place with you
Turn you into something

Action comes to him who wait's
If he's not gone cold
I can turn you into lead
I can turn you into gold

Read the small print the philosophers' stone
But I'm grateful the philosophers' stone
But I'm grateful in the coffin of guitars
There her music lies foliage and solos
Growing from her eyes

This is England the philosophers' stone
But I'm grateful the philosophers' stone
But I'm grateful

Nazi in a wheelchair and a cardigan
And a V-necked sweater
He's a sad old Nazi man

He's so friendly the philosophers' stone
But I'm grateful the philosophers' stone
But I'm grateful

Bury me in cellophane underneath a vault
I can climb back out again
But it's not my fault
I can climb back out again what can you do?
The philosophers' stone but I'm grateful
The philosophers' stone but I'm grateful
The philosophers' stone

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