Ballad of John Saxon
Well the captain thinks your crazy
And like he ought to know
The way he threw his hat off
And took off down below
Stormy waters drown you
Just like down town neon lights
And birds with wings of steel
Are flown through paper knights
Saxon and his soldiers
Keep burning in the sun
No one seems to understand
The heavy screaming tongue

Keep playing with computers
And crying you where framed
By a million silver flying things
That came from outer space
It don’t matter who you follow
In the end you’ll see who won
So take the time to understand
You’re burning in the sun

The highway can be deadly
And the truth is rarely there
To play the blues you got to prove
You’ve paid the devils fare
Go ask Saxon and his soldiers
While there burning in the sun
Well nothing is a sure thing
When you play with loaded guns
Words and music C.Field
Champs des reves publishing. 2007