Recorded end of June 2008, in London. Written in Brønshøj, 2007.
lyrics
It’s only two shakes of a lamb’s tail since I first crept in here
and it’s already time I should be moving on
All I’m asking for is a quick breather
but this rich man’s posse don’t play that way
Tear me limb from limb, scrub from now till doomsday
still you’ll never wash the blood away
Hound me to my grave, tear it open, desecrate it
you give no quarter then expect it in return
Wear my pelt as a scarf, carve trinkets from my bones
still you’re ugly as sin outside and in
Have your fun while you can, you coward with your lynch mob
you’ll spend eternity running like the wretch you are
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