You were common born

You were starving on my street

You were flesh and bone

You kept coming after me

But the price was gold

And the price was sold

And the price was mean

I was writing a fable

I was told not to read

I was like a poem

I was rife, I was heavy and replete

You were like a pawn

You were ready for defeat

But the price was cold

And the price was old

And the price was me

You were writing a fable

You could hold over me

I was overblown

You were right, I was burning for a dream

You were like a stone

You kept turning over me

Coz a price was owed

And the price was told

And the price was real

We been writing a fable

We were told not to be

We've been writing a fable

Can you see the lie?

Can you see the lie?

That's been overgrown