Kicking the Podium Lyrics

Kicking the podium

Three little shoes in a basket

One hand on twelve

One hand on eleven

Speak for yourself

Speak with the love you carry

Care for yourself

Careful, the steps are icy

Little wolf in people's clothes

Have you no home?

Have you no love for you?

Are you all alone?

Son of a gun

Father of the house of commons

First of the month

Three little good-luck rabbits

Little friend, can I tell you a secret?

You and I are really not so different

One of us wears it on the outside

The other has nothing on the inside

Speak without words

You're looking slightly bothered

Speak to the dead

Speak with the family doctor

Are we like Rosie and Isabelle?

Or are we any two bonded molecules?

Are we less? Are we more? Are we the same?

Is it worth fighting for nothing to change?

Can we talk. can we talk. can we talk?

Just for once, would you speak to me? Can we talk?

I cannot bring myself to say it all

Little friend, lend me a hand one last time

Kicking the podium

Three little shoes in a basket

One hand on twelve

One hand on eleven