Quiff Boy wrote:COF?
more like foo COF
"With Goth On Our Side"
My name it is Dai Young,
I'm the king of Welsh Goth,
The village I come from,
Is near Abersoch.
I was brought up on Bauhaus,
And black bedroom walls,
And I had my first snakebite,
When I was in halls.
Now the graveyard is calling,
The sky's getting greyer,
I'll drink the warm blood of the borough surveyor,
And I'll murder the verger,
I've seen how he gawps,
And I'll write on his headstone "Here lies Jones the Corpse".
Now my overweight girlfriend,
She sits and she crimps.
Her mothers convinced shes communing with imps,
Her brothers alright though,
He's a good lad is Wilf,
Cos he's into Placebo and Cradle of Filth.
At my gig up in Butlins,
The red-coats complained,
They tried to remove me - the bottles they rained,
But for the first time in history I did "Run and Hide",
And the scousers in shell-suits,
Had Goths on their side.
Now this land of my fathers,
It don't suit my needs,
I'd rather be someplace,
Like Bradford or Leeds,
Where the Gimpton teenagers could meet in my shed,
For advice on masscara,
And all things undead.
Now my left index finger,
Is nine inches long,
It's hovering over,
A world that's gone wrong,
Ask me to Prestatyn,
And thats what I'll do,
And we'll all die together,
And Dylan can sue.
With thanks to Mr. N. Blackwell, HMHB (sounds like some sort of award - perhaps it ought to be?!) . Taken from the excellent album, Trouble Over Bridgewater
I'd googled for it and it only came up with one halfassed picture. That mic stand is beautiful, but so wasted on Jonathan Davis.
