Title: The little Ol' Beggers Bush
"Stuck on limbo bridge
where below me old nick grins
then laughs through the chaos of it all
gets up off his chair, spins a jig to my despair,
he cant wait to count the times where i went wrong.
Underneath a bush, lay a begger out of luck,
on his lips, was a taste he forgets.
His hopes were filled with sand,
that he watched fall through his hand,
Every grain was a lifetime of regret.
So go and bow, you head and weep,
for your world wont change while ya sleep.
Ya go and bow your head and weep,
for the summer that was lost now is gone
ya the summer that was lost now is gone...
Fertile Mrs. Moore, had thirteen kids but still looked good
Till her old man jumped leave on a ship.
She never read a book, but by Christ she understood,
that the meaning of life starts in bed.
So go and bow, you head and weep,
for your world wont change while ya sleep.
Ya go and bow, your head and weep,
for the summer that was lost, now is gone
ya the summer that was lost, now is gone...
Killer, Killbain, kicked me senseless everyday,
I hope that bastard is beneath a head of stone.
For I'd dance upon his grave,
for all the madness, I now crave
While the scars, that remain, are still a curse.
So I'm stuck on limbo bridge,
where below me old nick grins
then laughs through the chaos of it all
gets up off his chair, spins a jig to my dispair,
he cant wait to count the times where i went wrong,
Yeah he cant wait to count the times where i went wrong!
So go and bow your head and weep
for your world wont change while ya sleep
Yeah go and bow your head and weep
for the summer that was lost now is gone
for the summer that was lost now is gone
the summer that was lost now is gone
the summer that was lost now is gone
