Woebegone Wanderers

Unstable stands afflush with fans Pilfered piles and pints in wobbly hands... In the bowls of the bar two boys spar Don't flinch an inch and territories marked Oh I'd swear by my own cock and balls And the family home's four walls There'll be no treason this season The players they bask The boss he basks Just win the big match it's all I can ask Darrell my son the bastards won We've been lumbered with loosing life for far too long The ground groans like the belly of a sleeping whale Don't flinch an inch you'll be released on bail Oh I'd swear by my own cock and balls And the family home's four walls There'll be no treason this season The players are slack The boss has been sacked Just win the big match it's all I can ask Woebegone with weeping That sets you down to sleeping... Please canary, please be wary The pit of a man's heart is dark and scary Oh are yer yellow with cowardice? Oh are yer yellow with jaundice? A slap on the arse from my baby The hiss and the sting And the mark of a ring And the cold reality Who are yer? Who are yer? Who are yer? Who are yer?