Album: Gangs of New Holland
Well I've come here for the gargle, not tae cop a blast,
Ye great thick headit ape, I'll stick yer chin right out yer arse,
Come lookin' for your pound o' flesh, but I've got nothin' left,
Cause Christian Brothers & Brides o' Christ've flogged me half to death.
Suck on this ye Succubus, your star'll never rise,
Ye've the smell o' death about your breath & bullet holes for eyes,
I wish that I were sober, the day I made you mine,
Oh pull the piggin door behind ye, thank you for your time,
Bastards! A shower o' pricks, the likes ye've never known,
Rake em, break em, Devil may take em, down to Hell below.
Oh as I set out on my way all naked and alone,
Guard my back, guide me forth & bring me safely home,
Geez half a life, a decent wife, my share o' love & trust,
And when I'm gone, the long & restful slumber of the just.
They'll ride ye to the gates o' Hell, drive ye to the brew,
'til every penny's splashin' off the wall against your shoe,
Ye'll get yer feed o' spurs & a few choice feckin' words,
Then its back to picks & shovels, cause that's all they'll let ye do.