When walk to work all swig-face,
six months since you clowned it up
and old friends cross the street
and no one pays you any heed
except the dung-breathed men
who often now will pick you up
and van you to the Fens to wrestle pigs
When walk to work all swig-face,
six months since you clowned it up
and old friends cross the street
and no one pays you any heed
except the dung-breathed men
who often now will pick you up
and van you to the Fens to wrestle pigs