Who am I?
They hold my mail now, three years.
Blackball, blackball, tsk...tsk...
'Walk the plank countryman',
...
They were singing ballads
From the balcony of the hotel
The other day,
The saga of heroes,
...
In your heart
There is the poetry man
It's where we all live
In the laughter of little children
...
Lords Of Hypocrisy
Who am I?
They hold my mail now, three years.
Blackball, blackball, tsk...tsk...
'Walk the plank countryman',
Blackball, blackball, tsk...tsk...
'And nary an inch did you leave me'.
Blackball, blackball, tsk...tsk...
Who am I!
He thinks it's the feds...!
Without a proper communique,
Three years of my life he says..,
Blackball, blackball
Tsk...tsk..