in clothes of lincoln green it's defiance time
a part of england is mine i think
magic potions for every occasion we drink
they'll give you magic sensations i think
life under sherwood trees - thou art god, off your knees
a youth pack that will never turn back
the triffids that grow in the pavement cracks
living and loving in the forest breeze
… and england sleeps
and mankind sleeps, blind to the completeness, to the call
rome, babylon, your cities will crumble and fall
follow the man who will lead you astray
the piper who'll take you to golden days…..and we live
childhood games while your country rots
schooldays away from commas & dots
we burn the books that taught you all you know
cos you hide in suits you refuse to grow
and we'll win cos the earth's on our side
and when you come hunting in the forests we'll hide
hey mrs grey i've got news and it's good
you've got outlaws in your woods
outlaws in the woods
an angry robin under every hood
the sun shines for you but you refuse to see
the moon dances, you refuse to be
outlaws in the woods
