Men They Couldn't Hang lyrics

Men They Couldn't Hang lyrics

"Life Of A Small Fry lyrics"

A wretched party stood and prayed
Under the lashing rain and thunder
The ropes fell through the handles, the coffin sloping under
The earth slipped through black fingers
At the graveside where she stooped
And an ill wind howling through her veil
For a man who served no good, he served no good
He never was an evil man, hard but fair, his mother said
A timid youth of ridicule, 
Black Man Ray lyrics
Are we believingBlack man rayare we not happyin our own wayand we the peoplewho reason whyforever changeas time goes byYes, yes, I could be wrongwhy, why,
each schoolday made him quake with dread In the showers and the rugby field, the bullies came to play Most nights he'd weep and piss the bed But he vowed they all would pay, they all would pay! Like his father in the coldstream guards, he was soon in married quarters Licked his way up through the ranks, he had no time for sons and daughters She waits on him, the sweet young thing Repenting at her leisure Li
When I Stop Dreaming lyrics
The worst that I've ever been hurt In my life The first time I ever have Wanted to die Was the night when you told me You loved someone new And you asked me if I could forge
ke a blinkered mount he charges on How much longer is her tether How how she laughed, while so lovingly she spurned him For time had stole ungraciously all the dreams she'd been yearning No joyous cries of children, is this marriage granite firm It breaks his heart that seeds can't grow, from a bag of watered sperm He joined the prison service, she broke the chains and left him For the first time he was all
Cry Baby Cry lyrics
I wanna cry On a roof I - the third time You will lose He moved me And the chains changed I take a nervous face Month after month after more Mouth after mouth after her I sa
alone, a demon's soul possessed him An institute of misery, in a painful sea of darkness And from inside his tortured mind, cruel, bleak and heartless An angry mob was breaking out from the chokey cells and 'D' wing Tonight the hard lags call me tune, come the dawn, no birds will sing No more raining down the stick, a violent end draws nigh No hope, no tears, no mercy, for the life of this small fry!