The Loyal - Tiger Lou

High strung and poorly hung

I think we’re much too young

I hear a sound from your left lung

A melody so beautifuly sung

Sarcasm spread your wings

Oh what sweet joy it brings

«Come home» the whole town sings

They will greet us like kings

To everyones delight

We crash at the speed of light

So deep in the whitest white

This could have been our burial site

Well ok, and I am here for the loyalist

I wanna see its face

Ok, I am here for the loyalist

This is the nesting place

Ok, ok, ok

High strung and poorly hung

I think we’re much too young

I hear a sound from your left lung

A melody so beautifuly sung

Well ok, and I am here for the loyalist

I wanna see its face

Ok, I am here for the loyalist

This is the nesting place

Ok, ok, ok

Well ok, ok, ok