Richard Thompson: Crawl back

(Under My Stone)This time you hurt me You really did it this time you did Did you count your fingers after shaking my hand God forbid Riff raff crawling from the slums Right there in front of all your chums I swear by the pricking of my thumbs I'll make your day and melt away I'll crawl back under my stone I'll crawl back under my stone I'll crawl back under my stone But you won't have to stand next to me You won't have to introduce me You won't have to think about, talk about, care about, me I'll crawl back I've got a nerve just showing my face don't you think Scruffy little likes ought to know their place don't you think Old boy, sorry to intrude Damn shame pretty bloody rude I should be horsewhipped and sued Then I'll go quietly my tail between my knees I'll crawl back under my stone I'll crawl back under my stone I'll crawl back under my stone But you won't have to stand next to me You won't have to introduce me You won't have to think about, talk about, care about, me I'll crawl back I want to be middle class Floors and ceilings made of glass I just want to be, I just want to be free You had me in a second you had it all reckoned, you did You guessed my game and my name, rank and number, you did Somehow I gave myself away Some code, some word I didn't say I missed one line in the play And the trap shut tight and you did me all right I'll crawl back under my stone I'll crawl back under my stone I'll crawl back under my stone But you won't have to stand next to me You won't have to introduce me You won't have to think about, talk about, care about You won't have to ask about, fuss about, discuss about You won't have to mind about, swear about, forget about, me Crawl back I'll crawl back I'll crawl back Crawl back I'll crawl back Crawl back Crawl back I'll crawl back