Mr. Johnson take a bow
Most humble and sedate
Tired and weary lost were we
The things that make you great

Cold and beaten and beyond
And shot right through with hate
Smiled and lit our broken souls
These things that make you great

And old were we And born unfree
And ripped at all the seams
And fraught with all
That we had learnt
The knight of all our dreams

Oooh

Mr. Johnson one last bow
And then leave us to fate
Saved our bones and sucked our toes
The things that make you great

The things that make you great

These things that make you great

See also:
JustSomeLyrics
109
109.61
弦子 下輩子如果我還記得你 Lyrics
The Sheila Divine Wanting Is Wasted Lyrics