I Am the Fox - Live

I am the fox, and I'll tell you true
 What your hounds do think of me, and I of you
 When lavish scraps fall no longer from your knee
 He will slip his rope, and we will brothers be
 I am the fox, and I'll tell you true
 What your hounds do think of me, and I of you
 When lavish scraps fall no longer from your knee
 He will slip his rope, and we will brothers be
 You masters all, in fine sheets at night
 Dreaming of your dinners rich and pennies bright
 When you will wake, raging naked to the air
 You will find your coffers stripped and cupboards bare
 For I am the fox, and I'll tell you true
 What your hounds do think of me, and I of you
 When lavish scraps fall no longer from your knee
 He will slip his rope, and we will brothers be
 Then comes a day when the trumpets sound,
 And the hunter hears no howl from fox or hound
 Then he who owns every army in the land
 Will have to go with bowl begging in his hand
 For I am the fox, and I'll tell you true
 What your hounds do think of me, and I of you
 When lavish scraps fall no longer from your knee
 He will slip his rope, and we will brothers be
 On yonder vale, where the snow lies bare
 Winter winds will hide our scent from hart and hare
 When fox and hound bound no more by slavery
 Will bare their fangs and bite the hand of poverty
 For I am the fox, and I'll tell you true
 What your hounds do think of me, and I of you
 When lavish scraps fall no longer from your knee
 He will slip his rope, and we will brothers be
 I am the fox, and I'll tell you true
 What your hounds do think of me, and I of you
 When lavish scraps fall no longer from your knee
 He will slip his rope, and we will brothers be
 He will slip his rope, and we will brothers be