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 commissions 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 caught the freeze Butterfly Boys give us a break We got the groceries you got the cake
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
Writer/s: GARY BROOKER, KEITH REID
Publisher: Royalty Network
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The Prince-penned "Manic Monday" was the first song The Bangles heard coming from a car radio, but "Eternal Flame" is closest to Susanna's heart, perhaps because she sang it in "various states of undress."
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