I Walk On Gilded Splinters

Paul Weller · At The Bbc [2010]

Some people think they jive me,

But I know they must be crazy

Can't see their misfortune,

Maybe if they're lazy



Walk throughout the fire,

Fly throughout the smoke

See my enemy,

At the end of their rope

Walk on piles of needles

See what they can do

Walk on gilded splinters

With the King of the Zulus



Walk to me, get it, come, come

Walk on gilded splinters

Walk to me, get it, come, come

Walk on gilded splinters



Here I go, now

Til I murder, til I'm dead



I rode out my coffee

By drinking poison from my chalice

Propped against my faith

I drink oil for my malice



Meet me on your doorstep

Soon we'll be in the gutter

Melt you just like butter

I'll make you stutter



Walk throughout the fire

Fly throughout the smoke

See my enemy at the end of the rope



Walk on piles of needles

See what they can do

Walk on gilded splinters

With the King of the Zulus



Walk to me, get it, come, come

Walk on gilded splinters

Walk to me, get it, come, come

Walk on gilded splinters



Til I murder, til I'm dead



Walk to me, get it, come, come

Walk on gilded splinters

Walk to me, get it, come, come

Walk on gilded splinters