IF YOU COULD HEAR YOURSELF

IF YOU COULD HEAR YOURSELF

I wish you could listen

To the shit that

Comes out of your mouth;

Believe me when I say

It’s a lot better in than out;

Same old rhetoric;

Same old anti-everything spin;

Don’t believe the anti-christs

Who will tell you

It’s a lot better out than in.

It’s a sin to tell a lie

No matter which side you are on;

Just give it all away now

Then you can never get it back

When it’s gone,

Gone,

Gone…

I WONDER WHAT THEY WILL SAY

 

I WONDER WHAT THEY WILL SAY 

I wonder what they will say of me when I am gone?

It was him that penned those lines, you know

The ones about choking the chicken.

Ah, poor Katie Doyle never lived that one down!

And the lies he told in that Altar Boy book he wrote

Just as well his poor mother wasn’t still around…

 

Then there was that tale about the Kray Twins

How he walked and smoked with them

On remand in Wormwood Scrubs if you don’t mind!

How they didn’t seem nearly as bad as they were painted

In fact he almost said they were kind!

 

I wonder what they will say of me when I am gone?

Perhaps they will say nothing