There was blood on their faces
And mud on their pelts
Death of the Celts
Death of the Celts
Their defenses melt
As the damage is dealt
Death of the Celts
Death of the Celts
Those mean Anglo-Saxons
Left big nasty welts
Death of the Celts
Death of the Celts
Their belts made of felt
As they knelt in the veldt
Death of the Celts
Death of the Celts
You’re right, that one’s tough. But maybe he’s not talking about paper, maybe he’s just talking about being really, really thirsty.
This thirst is the worst
So I need to drink first
Cos I’m suffering through the parchment
I need to be nursed
Cos my throat’s feeling cursed
While I’m suffering through the parchment
Woah-oh-oh-oh, feel the parchment
Woah-oh-oh-oh, it’s the parchment
I feel so parched
Don’t you feel so parched
I feel so parched
Can’t we not feel parched
I am feeling so parched
We feel so parched
Don’t we all feel parched
We hate feeling parched