Your music was just too delicate
For those head-bangers with their long hair
Sabbath fans, they booed you off the stage
Every night. I wish I'd been there
Sabbath were good, but differently
They did not do your polyphony
Or your Medieval counterpoint
Or your melancholic subtlety
Men dressed as elves playing instruments
You were asking for trouble, not beers
Did you feel like Stravinsky, those nights
With bottles flying around your ears?
The two brothers and Green with his blues
Pugwash, always muscular, on sticks
Kerry Minear's riffing keyboards
You were Medieval lunatics!
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