Old Losers

You know the kids today, they are lost
They have lost their way
It was so different in our day

You can almost hear the words rise
From the gathered throng
Outside of the chapel:

Our church
Or to be precise our chapel
It was a lovely building

A Welsh slate roof
Slate from the valleys no wonder...

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Cellar Talk

This bloody cellar
This dammed
Cold, same-old
House

This bloody village
This hopeless landscape
This endless place
Of stone, and lime

Joe took no satisfaction
From knowing...

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Home

The cellar was the whitest room in the house
Walls covered in a lime-wash
Walls with a cover that shone

The shine in the lime-wash
Came from its bond
A bond made from animal flesh

It is flesh then...

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Pub Talk

Come on, let's go down Weatherspoon’s
Go an have some fun
These boots
They’ll scare the shit out of them weeds
Look at the buckles
And the leather...

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Goodness

Still
You know they are good lads
In their hearts
You know that don’t you
If only the government
Could find them something to do
It’s work, don’t you think...

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