Through The Iron Gate - Wild Beasts

Through the iron gate, and he’s gone

See the goslings, the ducklings, the piglets, the lambs

He lets out a little sob

Sometimes he’d still wish

That he slept in a cot

By his Mum and Dad’s bed

He cry NO.

«I'm left here

And I’m here on my own.»

Hear the leaves soft lift hush

Make him blush

Pair of welly boots

The crows in cahoots

The eggs on the hob

The corns on their cobs

He let out little sob

Sometimes he’d still wish that he left

Shot through like a bolt

Into mad heifer’s head

He cry NO.

«I'm left here

And I’m here on my own.»

Sometimes he’d still wish that he left

Shot through like a bull

But NO