Future Of The Left
New Adventures
It started as a betThe story of a lifePart engineered to fit the sceneryHe'd loved a racist onceShe kept a tidy houseIt must have paid much better in the seventiesBack then you could be gayBut in a manly wayHe held no truck with waterpistolsAlternative lifestylesWere for the middle classAt worst they could write poems about their misadventuresNo real man could envy them thatSoftly - suddenlyShe'd started as an eightThen sunk into a tenHe put it down to carbon datingThe daughter had his laughBut not his smokers coughIt must have been the lack of tar in heroinShe took herself to WalesExcelled in telesalesColdcalling deep into the eveningHer second husband cameLetras de cancionesAnd left before the SpringIt must have been the season for unhappy drunksHer father had a similar triggerSoftly - suddenlyI gratefully accept this blackeye no-one knows as well as meThe value of consequencesDo to others as you would have done to you especially if in doing soYou find new takers
From Letras Mania