Disgrace

A splutter, grey truck Pulls up and and away from the stock point By the river Roads closed and progress slow Too late, being punctual and on time Has become a feature of a way of life You know that we've thrown away though Louisa, Jeesee Louisa Won't you go and up and ya blooming Charlie Move like a stove that's nailed to the floor Orders begun to pile up, and the weather, another storm No indicators won't capsize you and ya Lane blocking, rusty heap It's just a fucking disgrace It's just a fucking disgrace A disgrace Foolishly old Crowley Waltzed off his hip flask and drunk it bare To save his only son, but the execution won Delayed pardon, we grasp the legs, press the hemorrhage Well son the world was always against you And now it's goodnight It's just a fucking disgrace It's just a fucking disgrace We grasp the legs We press the hemorrhage We grasp the legs We press the hemorrhage We grasp the legs We press the hemorrhage We grasp the legs We press the hemorrhage We grasp the legs We press the hemorrhage We grasp the legs We press the hemorrhage We grasp the legs We press the hemorrhage We grasp the legs We press the hemorrhage Fucking disgrace Fucking disgrace Fucking disgrace Fucking disgrace