You came with a stick...

[Verse] You came with a stick, not a flower, defied that otherworldy power, pledged your mother a princely dower, sacks of gold, ‒ and you squat at home as in the trees the toadstools wizen (so, in your need, your friends will listen), the Seven Towers are your prison, in freedom you shall never roam. [Chorus] The Seven Towers are your prison, in freedom you shall never roam. [Bridge] [Verse 2] You chanced your milk teeth. A rock to bite? You hurried, but couldn’t make it quite? You had your dreams, but never at night? How did you hope to end the play? You’ve laid yourself always proudly bare, You’ve scratched your wounds always, everywhere, you are now famous, but do you care? How nigh, you fool, is Judgement day? [Chorus] The Seven Towers are your prison, in freedom you shall never roam. [Verse 3] You loved? Who held you close to her breast? You had to hide? Who threatened your nest? Will you survive by doing your best? You have no knife, you have no bread. The Seven Towers are holding you tight, be glad, you have some fuel to light, be glad, a pillow awaits you tonight, rest now softly your weary head. [Chorus] The Seven Towers are your prison, in freedom you shall never roam. [Outro]