Eerie Eyrie

 

I'd kill for it

Would you?

I'd kill to live in a country

So dog-darn blue

And true in the sense of arrows flying

Feathered from an Eagle's wing

These are the kinds of things

I'd die for

It's good that's what war brings

 

Out of the eagle's nest I fly

A Kyrie eyrie Elson

Down from the bat's belfry

I fly

Battersea, Battersea tower

Onto the straits of a rolling sea

A Kyrie, eerie Elson

Out to the gates of eternity

A beery, weary Nelson

 

I'd die Eddie,

Eddy I'd

I'd ride my motorcycle right off the cliff

If you say jump, I say Miss?

Hit it once,

Hit it twice

Hit it thrice

I'd die for this

And I'd kill for your kiss