I dreamt of being horses in shackles of gold

And the men that were young then are now terribly old

The graveyard was creaking with too many bones

While the bishop was praying his cassock was sold

Three cheers for the innocent though he is perverse

Three screams for the hangman as he cries for the hearse

I weep for the rebels conventional ways

For he loses his mind while the devious stay

By the way

If the world saluted you

Well what would you do if you could be there

Well would you still take me

Would you take me anywhere

If the world saluted you

Well what would you say when things were down

Would you still want me

Would you want me around



So come all ye faithful and slaughter your lambs

Your minds have been whipped by experienced hands

I wish we were children I'd welcome the change

And the mind of an old man you can't rearrange

Ain't it strange

If the world saluted you

Well what would you do if you could be there

Would you still

Would you still take me anywhere

If the world saluted you

What would you say when things were down

Would you still want me

Would you still want me around