BY JAY WELLER
I GOT A FISTFUL OF RUBBLE
GOT A TWELVE O’CLOCK SHADOW
GOT AN EYEBALL OF FURY
AND A BAG FULL OF BONES
I’M THE PEG LEGGED PIRATE
LIBBER LUBBIN’ MAGGOT
BOW LEGGED MIGRANT
BEARDED MOUNTAIN MAN OF ROAN
I’M THE GRUBBY BOY OF BRIGHTON
VACANT LOT IN HARLEM
ONE HUNDRED VIRGIN HARAM
DESPERATE LIFE ON LOAN
YOU CAN SPLASH ME WITH YOUR PUDDLES
SMASH ME WITH YOUR PADDLES
JUST GONNA MAKE ME MADDER
FROM JERUSALEM PAST ROME
‘CAUSE, HE’S THE BIG BASTARD GIMP
BORN FROM GREED’S HARD GRIP
A CREATION OF YOUR OWN
‘CAUSE HE’S THE BIG BASTARD GIMP
FROM THE STREETS HE LIMPED
HE’S COMING TO YOUR HOME
I’M THE PEG LEGGED PIRATE
LIBBER LUBBIN’ MAGGOT
KNOW YOU CAN’T DENY IT
THE GHETTO ALWAYS GETS REVENGE
I CAN FEEL IT IN MY MARROW
LIKE THE RIVER FORCE THE MINNOW
THE MAN BREAKS BEHIND THE BARROW
YOU WILL BE SUCKED DOWN IN THE END
THE PEOPLE BEND TO PROPHETS
WHO RUSH TO LINE THE COFFINS
WITH ASSORTED POOR BOY VICTIMS
AND GOLD FOR THEIR GOOD FRIENDS
BUT THERE’S NOTHING THAT CAN STOP IT
IT IS CHISELED IN THE GRANITE
THE GREAT WIDE ARC OF HISTORY
IS RELENTLESS AS IT BENDS
I GOT A FISTFUL OF RUBBLE
GOT A TWELVE O’CLOCK SHADOW
GOT AN EYEBALL OF FURY
AND A BAG FULL OF BONES
I’M THE PEG LEGGED PIRATE
LIBBER LUBBIN MAGGOT
BOW LEGGED MIGRANT
BEARDED MOUNTAIN MAN OF ROAN
I’M THE GRUBBY BOY OF BRIGHTON
VACANT LOT IN HARLEM
ONE HUNDRED VIRGIN HARAM
THE DESPERATE LIFE ON LOAN
YOU CAN SPLASH ME WITH YOUR PUDDLES
SMASH ME WITH YOUR PADDLES
JUST GONNA MAKE ME MADDER
FROM JERUSALEM PAST ROME
‘CAUSE HE’S THE BIG BASTARD GIMP
BORN FROM GREED’S HARD GRIP
AND TAUGHT BY ITS ROUGH GROAN
‘CAUSE HE’S THE BIG BASTARD GIMP
FROM THE STREETS HE LIMPED
HE’S COMING TO YOUR HOME
‘CAUSE HE’S THE BIG BASTARD GIMP
BORN FROM GREED’S HARD GRIP
A CREATION OF YOUR OWN
‘CAUSE HE’S THE BIG BASTARD GIMP
FROM THE STREETS HE LIMPED
BLOOD WILL RUN UPON THE STONES
I’M THE ONE LEGGED PIRATE
LIBBER LUBBIN MAGGOT
KNOW YOU CAN’T DENY IT
THE GHETTO ALWAYS GETS REVENGE
I CAN FEEL IT IN MY MARROW
LIKE THIS SHORT LIFE SO NARROW
AS SOME UNKNOWN HAND THE SPARROW
YOU WILL BE SUCKED DOWN IN THE END
THE PEOPLE BEND TO PROPHETS
WHO RUSH TO LINE THEIR COFFINS
WITH ASSORTED POOR BOY VICTIMS
AND GOLD FOR THEIR GOOD FRIENDS
BUT THERE’S NOTHING THAT CAN STOP IT
IT IS CHISELED IN THE GRANITE
THE GREAT WIDE ARC OF HISTORY
IS RELENTLESS AS IT BENDS
‘CAUSE HE THE BIG BASTARD GIMP
BORN FROM GREED’S HARD GRIP
AND RAISED BY ITS ROUGH GROAN
‘CAUSE HE’S THE BIG BASTARD GIMP
FROM THE STREETS HE LIMPED
THE RATS WILL RATTLE AMONG YOUR BONES
CAN FEEL IT IN MY MARROW
YOU WILL BE SUCKED DOWN IN THE END
AS SOME UNKNOWN HAND THE SPARROW
YOU WILL BE SUCKED DOWN IN THE END
AS THE THUNDER SHAKE THE WINDOW
YOU WILL BE SUCKED DOWN IN THE END
THE MAN BREAKS BEHIND THE BARROW
YOU WILL BE SUCKED DOWN IN THE END
CAN FEEL IT IN MY MARROW
YOU WILL BE SUCKED DOWN IN THE END
LIKE THIS SHORT LIFE SO NARROW
YOU WILL BE SUCKED DOWN IN THE END
LIKE THIS SHORT LIFE SO NARROW
YOU WILL BE SUCKED DOWN IN THE END
SUCKED DOWN
SUCKED DOWN
SUCKED DOWN
SUCKED DOWN
SUCKED DOWN
SUCKED DOWN
SUCKED DOWN
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