Where the ancient oak leaf clusters grew
The death's-head hawkmoth flew
And something wicked this way comes
The swallow is depicted there, along your fuselage
And something wicked this way comes
I'm not waiting for you
I'm not waiting for you
I'm not waiting for you
It's breaking up, it's getting far away
I used to know what I wanted to say
Please remove your field grey coverall
Your works of nature are unnatural
Are unnatural, are unnatural
And the lake was clear as crystal
The best tea I've ever had
And something wicked this way comes
It starts with love for foliage, and ends in camouflage
And something wicked this way comes
I'm not waiting for you
I'm not waiting for you
I'm not waiting for you
It's breaking up, it's getting far away
I used to know what I wanted to say
Please remove your field grey coveralls
Your works of nature are unnatural
Breaking up, it's getting far away
I used to know what I wanted to say
Please remove your field grey coverall
Your works of nature are unnatural
Are unnatural, are unnatural
Are unnatural, are unnatural
I'm not waiting for you
I'm not waiting for you
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If anyone has bootlegs of the recent gigs in the USA (or, in fact, any gig ever), I'd be very much interested in a copy. Please email me and I'll reward you handsomely.