Robyn Hitchcock Lyrics
"The Philosophers' Stone"

I can't keep pace with you
Give you something wild
I can change place with you
Turn you into something

Action comes to him who waits
If he's not gone cold
I can turn you into lead
I can turn you into gold

Read the small print
The Philosophers' Stone but I'm grateful

In the coffin of guitars, there her music lies
Foliage and solos, growing from her eyes
This is England
The philosopher's stoned, but ungrateful

Nazi in a wheelchair
And a cardigan
And a v-necked sweater
He's a sad old Nazi man
He's so friendly!
The Philosophers' Stone but I'm grateful
The Philosophers' Stone but I'm grateful

Bury me in cellophane
Underneath a vault
I can climb back out again
But it's not my fault
I can climb back out again
What can you do?
The Philosophers' Stone but I'm grateful
The Philosophers' Stone but I'm grateful
The Philosophers' Stone but I'm grateful