Halfmans Song

	  		

           Am                  Em 
There are some who are born distinguished 
           Am                     Em 
There are some who are raised in praise 
    Dm                   Am 
But me I was always the last in line 
    F        Em        Am 
A blot in my father's gaze 


No cheekbones chiselled on a feline face 
No skill or savvy with a sword 
But this game we all play is won in wily ways 
And sly is this littlest lord 

  Bb             Am 
Cruel tricks of romance 
    G              Am 
Degraded by their spite 
      Bb              Am 
You snub your cub too many times 
     G              Bb 
You just might feel his bite... 

Beware beware of the words I twist 
I am small but my reach is long 
And the ravens black against the winter's mist 
Are whispering the half-man's song 
Whispering the half man's song... 

The land is a blooming orchard 
With fruits so juicy and ripe 
With a clink of a coin loose the lion's loin 
Play a tune on the half man's pipe 

In the arms of a whore I made a promise 
Sinking deeper into danger every day 
Cut through all their shit with a brazen wit 
Moulding puppets from their minds of clay 

I'm no man of honour 
Myself is my true king 
But somewhere deep within me 
The bells of conscience ring 

Beware beware of the words I twist 
I am small but my reach is long 
And the ravens black against the winter's mist 
Are whispering the half-man's song 
They're whispering the half man's song... 
Whispering the half man's song...