7 + 3 Is The Strikers Name Songtext / Lyric

Little prick, you're crossing every line

The winds of change and the sands of time

7 & 3 is the striker's name

Washing his hands as he walks away



Come on, come on

The sky has arrived

Wings are clipped

But we still might fly away



Come on, come on

The sky has arrived

Wings are clipped

But we still might fly away



Curse my master and his slaves

And his soldiers too

Curse those fuckers, in their castle

They're all bastards too






Keep me stable, I may be fine

I don't want to fuck it up this time

She loves me tender, she loves me strong

We're starcross'd lovers and we sing this song



Come on, come on

The sky has arrived

Wings are clipped

But we still might fly away



Come on, come on

The sky has arrived

Wings are clipped

But we still might fly away



Curse my master and his slaves

And his soldiers too

Curse those fuckers, in their castle

They're all bastards too



Riding in the night like a thief, although

Not too skinny and not too bold

7 & 3 is the striker's name

Washing his hands as he walks away



She loves me tender and she loves me strong

We're starcross'd lovers and we sing this song

Here goes