The Escape Artist

 Tie my hands behind my back

I’ll close my eyes and think of England

Bring the sack down

Pull the ropes round

Push me into crates and boxes

As you always do

If this ever goes the wrong way

Save me from the where are they now

If they ever figure out

Let chains be ashes

Oh let chains be ashes

Call the papers, radio stations

Flash ball blimey

Make me famous

Build a temple of my body

Burn my name in New York City

As I need you to

If this ever goes the wrong way

Save me from the where are they now

If they ever figure out

Let chains be ashes

Let these chains be ashes

Oh let chains be ashes

Let these chains be ashes

I’m inside the blackest light

The outside is mine tonight

If this ever goes the wrong way

Save me from the where are they now

If they ever find me I’ll

Let chains be ashes

Oh let chains be ashes

Let these chains be ashes

Oh let chains be ashes

Richard Walters