| Lyrics: | In and out of shady places --
walking on cold corners of the maze.
Following the trace
you leave unwittingly.
I wanna be no Saboteur.
Oh, no, me no Saboteur.
Painted
ducks across your landscape --
happy in your domesticity (It don't
come
free).
Misfortune, like a Sparrow Hawk, hangs
over you.
Wanna be no
Saboteur.
Deepest regrets I humbly offer you
as I cut into your life.
With
clean precision, all is simplified --
pass the hat and pass the knife.
By now you
must be worried, wondering
who is me and what lies behind my art.
I'm only removing
broken sea-shells from
the beach --
Oh, no, me no Saboteur.
There's at least
one of me inside
your ranks
in your factory or school.
I anticipate a cleansing
opportunity
to take the horns by the bull.
History forever writing
pages to
be cut or painted grey,
or celebrated like Jesus in his
temple rage
as he chased
the money-men away.
I wanna be no Saboteur.
Be no, be no Saboteur |
