Coyne Take it I know in Seven Oaks, there are plenty of folks Who carry guns, carry knives Smash the faces of their wives, of their wives Take some turpentine Burn the whole wide world right down now Take some turpentine Burn the whole wide world right down now . I see the cars, I see the people There's a flame on the steeple Little babies on window sills The people far below are ready to kill - Solo - - Solo - Hold me, enfold me Never leave me, don't you cold me I'm not joking, I'm not dying We're going to the moon Better start flying Take turpentine