(Reg Mombassa) I'm not a gypsy or a clown Cause I don't want to live in every town I don't want everything I see I just want one girl She won't ever have to be afraid She won't ever have to be a slave To a fear of the future Cause the stones of the heart And the armour of love keeps us whole Wipe the sticks from our backs And the bolts that descend from above They're repelled by the armour of love I don't have a country or a company of cavalry I don't have a bunker or a battery or artillery I've got a brand new spiritual spear Strapped to my thigh You may wonder what it's doing there I'll tell you why Cause the stones of the heart And the armour of love keeps us whole Wipe the sticks from our backs And the bolts that descend from above They're repelled by the armour of love Struck down by the stones of the heart Repelled by the armour of love. Cause the stones of the heart And the armour of love makes us whole The stones of the heart And the armour of love keeps us whole Wipe the sticks from our backs And the bolts that descend from above They're repelled by the armour of love Struck down by the stones of the heart Repelled by the armour of love.