The Blow Monkeys
The Blow Monkeys
The Blow Monkeys
The Blow Monkeys
The Blow Monkeys
The Blow Monkeys
The Blow Monkeys
The Blow Monkeys
The Blow Monkeys
The Blow Monkeys
Do-do-do, do, do
Do-do-do, do-do-do
Do-do-do, do, do
Do-do-do, do-do-do, yeah
The day you left your mother's arms
And fell to earth and cut to the bone
With the greatest of ease, you should've warned me
I'd be hanging from your hook like uncooked meat
Do-do-do, do, do
Do-do-do, do-do-do
Do-do-do, do, do
Do-do-do, do-do-do, yeah
You can bury me alive and jump on my head
But you're a real wildflower chained to my bed
I may be diseased and I'm drunk on despair
There's no time to seize or caress from one so fair
Do-do-do, do, do
Do-do-do, do-do-do
Do-do-do, do, do
Do-do-do, do-do-do
Do-do-do, do, do
Do-do-do, do-do-do
Do-do-do, do, do
Do-do-do, do-do-do
It's no my concern
To lose sleep over
Or build myself a jail
Nothing's changed with you
Ooh, you taketh away
Down by the cemetery
You buried me
'Twas a heavenly day
You say all is fine and you're keeping well
But to me you'll always be a wildflower in hell
Do-do-do, do, do
Do-do-do, do-do-do
Do-do-do, do, do
Do-do-do, do-do-do
Do-do-do, do, do
Do-do-do, do-do-do
Do-do-do, do, do
Do-do-do, do-do-do...
Wildflower was written by Dr. Robert.
Wildflower was produced by Peter Wilson (Producer).