I’ll give you my answer in a good kicking you bunch of phuckkwitz and journeymen layabouts.
Go join the mediocre and the artistically shit upon swindle singers.
Rich How they revelled.
Draped in jewels Like their traitorous enemy
Celebrated like nonentities. Never mentioned in death
With people of copper Whatever colour
Afflicted by their unjust blows Never touched though slaked in blood
And unjust their fate seems to me. Unjust their rest
The men who died unbeknown The terrorists who are unflow’n
To Albions fickle fealty. All sleekit slatterns.
Fled these shores.