| Backsliding Fearlessly |
| (Ian Hunter) I dreamt of being horses in shackles of gold And the men that were young then are now terribly old The graveyard was creaking with too many bones While the bishop was praying his cassock was sold Three cheers for the innocent though he is perverse Three screams for the hangman as he cries for the hearse I weep for the rebels conventional ways For he loses his mind while the devious stay By the way If the world saluted you Well what would you do if you could be there Well would you still take me Would you take me anywhere If the world saluted you Well what would you say when things were down Would you still want me Would you want me around So come all ye faithful and slaughter your lambs Your minds have been whipped by experienced hands I wish we were children I'd welcome the change And the mind of an old man you can't rearrange Ain't it strange If the world saluted you Well what would you do if you could be there Would you still Would you still take me anywhere If the world saluted you What would you say when things were down Would you still want me Would you still want me around |