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They tell us that we're savages
Who haven't got a hope
We're burning in the furnaces,
We're choking at the smoke
They say we haven't got a choice,
Refuse to recognize our voice
Yet they enjoy commissions
From the proceeds of the jokeThose Butterfly Boys
At play with their toys
Stinging like bees
Itching like fleas
Butterfly Boys
You got the toys
You got the breeze
We caught the freeze
Butterfly Boys give us a break
We got the groceries you got the cakeThey tell us that we're savages
Who cannot understand

We're sailing on a sinking ship,
We're swimming in the sand
They put their fingers in their ears,
Refuse to recognize our fears
And fly off to Jamaica
When we call them underhand
Songwriters
GARY BROOKER, KEITH REIDPublished by
Lyrics © THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC.

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Procol Harum's claim to fame is 'A Whiter Shade of Pale', a huge hit in 1967. They differ from most of the progressive rock bands of the 70s in the relatively prominent blues component to their sound, which is largely due to the voice and piano of leader Gary Brooker. In the early years, Matthew Fisher's organ and Robin Trower's guitar combined for a unique sound. Procol Harum (formed 1967, London, England) is arguably the most successful "accidental" group creation -- that is...

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