I think I need a few more days to rest
The winter's here and I'm starting to see my breath
They sent a thousand kids to their death
These green old hills never saw that kind of fate
In Glastonbury, the summer comes to a boil
Did Jesus walk this deep, new trench of soil to sacrifice a thousand British boys
So the Christian world could burn the holy Earth?
And all I can think about is Polly with the perfect hair
Polly with the perfect
Polly with the perfect
Polly with the perfect hair
The skaters waxed where the asphalt meets the curb
A fling in the spring is a thing all kids deserve
While the English shout and sing as he fell to the earth
I found bricks and bones and blood in the dirt
When the leaves turn red and the season starts to fall
I guess I'm damn excited when you call
And Dakota knew that he was killing somebody's son
As he looked in his eyes, beaten with a stone
And all I can think about is Polly with the perfect hair
Polly with the perfect
Polly with the perfect
Polly with the perfect hair
And all I can think about is Polly with the perfect hair
Polly with the perfect
Polly with the perfect
Polly with the perfect hair
