Vixen
Suddenly back on its own
To sit, friendless and alone
She is friendless and alone
She is friendless and alone
And the vixen on its own
The triple gang and the throng
Did not feel helpless or alone
The vixen got no friends
She needs a poison pen
Even in Switzerland
The people cry, "vixen!"
Silver cross, all alone
The bird had flown
With the omen their bird had flown
Silver cross
All alone, all alone,
All alone, all alone (So millions were broken hearted)
All alone, all alone
All alone, with no home
WIth no home, It's all alone
All alone
And some night, the wind moves the leaves
They pick themselves up and run
Perhaps all that night possessed no ways of telling time
The vixen got no friends
The vixen got no friends
She needs a poison pen
The vixen got no friends
It had taken her a long time
Suddenly back on its own
To sit friendless and alone
To sit friendless and alone
A man's trust, apalling debt
A man's chest, appalling debt
To sit friendless and alone
With no home, with no home
The vixen's got no home
She is friendless and alone
A long time on its own
It shone around her Triple gang
The vixen's got no friends
She needs a poison pen
Even in Switzerland
The people cry, "vixen!"
Autor(es): Brix Smith / Mark E. Smith