Sorry Roger
M. Wich, 2008
Sorry… Roger…
Have you finished going ‘round and ‘round and ‘round?
Now we know just which is which and who is who is who.
They’re down and out ‘cause that’s exactly what they do.
Oh… My Roger.
Have you opened up your eyes yet today?
CHORUS
For want of the price of tea and a slice,
You’ve thrown the portals open wide.
You’ve let the line be drawn across your own front door.
Now it’s moving and proving you wrong.
Sorry… Roger…
But in the end, we’re not just ordinary men.
God only knows we get no bloody choice in hell.
Now’s not the time to bid your heritage farewell.
Oh… my Roger…
Can’t you see that the battle of words is over now?
You’re right on one thing, Roger: It’s a busy day.
But what you’re doing rests upon the way you pray
Oh… My Roger.
If you feed the beast he just might eat you last.
CHORUS
For want of the price of tea and a slice,
You’ve thrown the portals open wide.
You’ve let the line be drawn across your own front door.
Now it’s moving and proving you wrong.
