7&3 is the Strikers Name

Little prick, you're crossing every line
 The winds of change and the sands of time
 7 & 3 is the striker's name
 Washing his hands as he walks away
 Come on, come on
 The sky has arrived
 Wings are clipped
 But we still might fly away
 Come on, come on
 The sky has arrived
 Wings are clipped
 But we still might fly away
 Curse my master and his slaves
 And his soldiers too
 Curse those fuckers, in their castle
 They're all bastards too
 Keep me stable, I may be fine
 I don't want to fuck it up this time
 She loves me tender, she loves me strong
 We're starcross'd lovers and we sing this song
 Come on, come on
 The sky has arrived
 Wings are clipped
 But we still might fly away
 Come on, come on
 The sky has arrived
 Wings are clipped
 But we still might fly away
 Curse my master and his slaves
 And his soldiers too
 Curse those fuckers, in their castle
 They're all bastards too
 Riding in the night like a thief, although
 Not too skinny and not too bold
 7 & 3 is the striker's name
 Washing his hands as he walks away
 She loves me tender and she loves me strong
 We're starcross'd lovers and we sing this song
 Here goes