There’s a drunk queen waxin, black eyes whisperin
Says “Ten quid, quick one off the wrist”
An there’s a priest twisted wi’ ECT,
Those madmen hind his eyes keep makin eyes at me
So I’m contemplatin leavin,
I got thoughts hung wretched side my mind
Oh, back street bedrooms, cum-soaked sidewalks,
Tell tale bruises base a my spine…

An a song spat cross the room, bled raw, bled beautiful
An I tasted every line
Tasted like Tuesday nights spent coughin up bad memories
Faces to the left an right an ahead a me,
Well they faded with the twisted snarl inside a me
Blue from black in front a me

Woody Guthrie rollin cigarettes by train-tracks stretchin other side
Of a fistful sleepers, bound up blinded,
Ease me, yes, I’m driftin for a time
An I heard them singin some old rebel song, means nothing to no-one anymore
Just a flick-knife whisper cut cross history
Slogan scrawled cross shit house door

Oh, and the queen done propositioned me,
He had a song he sang to me
Was a tattered love song, ode to someone chewed the soul from outta him
But the song that snared my senses, yeah,
Wasn’t his, was someone else’s, yeah
And I can’t recall a single line,
An I never heard that song again


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