I watched him laying there, a blood frame in the snow.
A red icicle hanging on his nose!He was my friend and now I gotta' go.
I hate to leave him, but we aint no good to each other now!
I'm walking away,hooched up,watching crows call in the cold, bitter bastard winter,a tear freezes from a mans eye!
Wot a fuckin' rotter!
TA RA THEN AND CATCH YOU NEXT TIME YOU SCRUBBERS
DIRTY SKIRT...AND THE LIKE!
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