When I was about fourteen I used to go out with complete dickheads-- blokes that thought they had a right to hit ya. Only I didn't realize, and one day a bloke called young Collet, punched me And I pulled him down by hair and I punched his fucking head in. A husband came home drunk each night And he thrashed her black and he thrashed her white He thrashed her to within an inch of her life Then he slept like a log, did her husband As he lay and snored in bed A strange idea came into her head She went for the needle and she went for the thread And straight to her sleeping husband She started to stitch with a girlish thrill With a woman's art and a seamstress' skill She pinned and tucked with an iron will All around her sleeping husband Husband awoke with a pain in his head He found he could not move in bed "Sweet Christ I've lost the use of me legs!" Wife just smiled at her husband Three six nine, he drank wine He got hooked by a stitch in time She broke, he got choked and they never went to heaven in a little row boat Clap clap, clap clap Clap clap, clap clap My mother told me, if I was goodie That she would by me a loaded Uzi She thrashed him black, she thrashed him blue With a frying pan and a colander, too With a rolling pin just a stroke or two A battered and bleeding husband Isn't it true what small can do With a thread and a stitch and a thought or two He's wiped his slate, his boozing's through Goodbye to a drunken husband Kick out the jams, motherfucker! Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com