Strange Song
If I sing a strange song
Its cos I sing for the strange
Those with a haircut
That looks like mange
For those half elves
Struggling to be
A warrior mage
Or a war dancer
When they've got soul cancer
I sing battle hymns for the confused
Give courage to those
Who feel they have been used
I charm birds out of trees
But not always those with second degrees
Ive earned my little bo peep diploma
By lulling the spider into a coma
I sing to hiders
Who stay under covers
And live at their mothers
I sing of a strange kind of courage
Heterodoxy I try to encourage
Must we all think the same?
Some have a different kind of pain
Povey 2013