they in their black battalion go fit to weep dressed to kill to the chapel on the hill through the wind and the blistering snow unafraid undisguised to put pennies in his eyes the twist of a grin the whiskers on his chin hide the teeth of a giant broken yellow and defiant his bones lay crossed he ll no be back he arrived in screaming pink now he ll leave in silent black cheer up ye lousy cadgers i ll no be missed i ve given ye all the day off work leave to hit the piss so tart me up in finery put me to the flame don t plant me in the ground tho for fear i ll grow again i know each every line on your chiselled ugly faces every red bloated inch from noses down to laces your nervous ticks your treats tricks your secrets your lies oh if you could only see yourself through these old hollow eyes you d surely die oh its farewell for now my lovelies goodbye to your taunts your charms to stout hearted fellows with tunes for the burning to waltzing in sweet lassies arms i m off on the blood red rattler with these villainous slappers clowns with the coughing the wheezing the farting sneezing malevolent ghosts their hounds as a choking cloud he rose to suffocate the lamp the air was growing damp oily black the river flowed the plough beasts went blind fruit hung rotten on the vine the holy ones prepare a sacrificial virgin the need for sinners to repent was ne er before so urgent the tired lame are goners strong men have soiled their breeks all the roads are cut its been pissing down for weeks 