Theme For A Dragon

There was a time when everything was fine, You got drunk on the day like it was wine, And all the children They put flowers in their hair And all the grown-ups They put daggers there. People passing by, all through the night They use my senses in strange ways She knows just what you are, like a fading star And she uses my senses in strange ways * You've got to think zinc Think a, think a Think a, think a Think a, think a Ooh ** You've got to think zinc Think a, think zinc Think a, think zinc Zinc, zinc Ooh **