Marc Bolan - Theme For A Dragon

There was a time when everything was fine,
You got drunk on the day like it was wine,
And all the children
They put flowers in their hair
And all the grown-ups
They put daggers there.

People passing by, all through the night
They use my senses in strange ways
She knows just what you are, like a fading star
And she uses my senses in strange ways *
You've got to think zinc
Think a, think a
Think a, think a
Think a, think a
Ooh **

You've got to think zinc
Think a, think zinc
Think a, think zinc
Zinc, zinc
Ooh **