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The Seagull
The seagull In the winter light she limps through Frozen snow on the frozen ground In the deepest night the starlight Guides her back to the colder town Baby, baby bunting Mummy’s gone a ****ing Gone to fetch a wheelie bin To bin her baby bunting in. I don’t want my wife to find me talking to you as if I care Can I take you somewhere warmer? I know somewhere I’ll take you there How the clouds hold the snow. Up above our heads a seagull Flies across the storm. Snowflakes slit his skin like razors Next to me that bastard’s warmer. Out on the moor where the sheep are buried By the barn door lay the babe I carried And the icicles are forming And the bicycles are frozen Down the street there goes the chosen Up his bum there goes the bosun And the misery and torment Are the only things for what you’re meant Can you pay me back what I lent I don’t wanna get my head bent. The trawler trails the gulls into the harbours arms again The seamen spill into the alleys Waiting for the great adventure.
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