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.