6 acessos
We are the peasants in the field
We eat grass and mud and blood
We have come to fight your castle made of wood
I am the brown old man
My clothes are made of wood
Im not a very good neighbour
I forgot to pay the rent
They want to walk against my pretty castle wall
I throw my goats at them in self defence
Oh. i wish that the king could come and save me
I hope that he´s not tied up
I am the king and i have a horse
I also have a car that i cannot drive
My sword is sharp but i cannot shave
I have no foam, only mud.