Lewis Takes Off His Shirt

As soon as I got on the horse, I forgot about the math
Forgot about the odds against an adolescent
Standing up to all of Owen's wrath
The heat of prairie summer is impossible to take
I grab the hem and lift the fabric over my sweet head
I know what you're looking for, and
I'm never gonna give it to you × 3

I'm never gonna give it to you × 3

Government rule established by a dazzling light show
A hegemony armoured with a thousand watt head
And seven inches of echo
I keep up my velocity, my spurs are in her sides
I don't know what I'm doing, and it is the only way
Toward the range I'll ride, singing
I'm never gonna give it to you × 3

I'm never gonna give it to you × 3

"I am overrated," said the sculptress to the sea
"I've been praised for all the ways the marble leaves the man
And I was wrong to try and free him."
And as for me, I am a vector, I am muscle, I am bone
The sun upon my shoulders and the horse between my legs
This is all I know

My senses are bedazzled by the parallax of the road
I concentrate to keep contained the overflow
My knuckles grip so tightly, my fingers start to bleed
If what I have is what you need
I'm never gonna give it to you × 3

I'm never gonna give it to you × 3

I'm never gonna give it to you × 3

I'm never gonna give it to you × 3