H.E.S. Songtext / Lyric

Robbie Williams: I was there to witness, candices inner business

She wants the boys to notice her rainbows and her ponies

She was educated, but could not count to ten

Now she got lots of different horses by lots of different men

And I say: "Liberate your sons and daughters"

The bush is high, but in the hole there's water

You can get some, when they give it

Nothing sacred, but it's a living



Hey ho, here she goes, either a little too high or a little too low

Got no self-esteem and vertigo, cause she thinks she's made of candy

Hey ho, here she goes, either a little too loud or a little too close

Got a hurricane at the back of her throat and she thinks she's made of candy

Ring a ring of roses, whoever gets the closest

She comes and she goes as the war of the roses



Mother was a victim, father beat the system by moving bricks to Brixton and learning how to fix them

Liberate your sons and daughters

The bush is high, but in the hole there's water

"As you will" shall be the whole of the law






And if it don't feel good what are you doing it for?

Now tell me

Hey ho, here she goes, either a little too high or a little too low

Got no self-esteem and vertigo, cause she thinks she's made of candy



Hey ho, here she goes, either a little too loud or a little too close

Got a hurricane at the back of her throat and she thinks she's made of candy

Liberate your sons and daughters

The bush is high, but in the hole there's water

"As you will" shall be the whole of the law

And if it don't feel good what are you doing it for?

What are you doing it for?

What are you doing it for?



What are you doing it for?

What are you doing it for?

What are you doing it for?

What are you doing it for?

What are you doing it for?

What are you doing it for?

Hey ho, here she goes, either a little too high or a little too low

Got no self-esteem and vertigo, cause she thinks she's made of candy



Hey ho, here she goes, either a little too loud or a little too close

Got a hurricane at the back of her throat and she thinks she's made of candy

Hey ho, here she goes, either a little too high or a little too low

Got no self-esteem and vertigo, cause she thinks she's made of candy

Hey ho, here she goes, either a little too loud or a little too close

There's a hurricane at the back of her throat and she thinks she's made of candy