It started with filthy Cossacks

vodka fuelled with much betrayal

 

Back into Malaysia

somewhat blurred by Mau Mau screams

burn the fucking forest down

we’ll kill them while they dream

 

Then all the way from The Falls

bodies sealed in Glenshane peat 

 

Then Friedrichstraße

lucky strikes

and feet cold stamping streets

those Russian alcoholics

so unguarded between the sheets

 

The recall back to vauxhall cross

the boss drunken at his desk

the bar under the arches

where the deviant meekly confessed 

and all for a little Georgian tail

he gave it up for that!

from Cambridge and a year in Yale

my God, the foolish twat!

 

And then out here our swan-song

once again the game is on

You hold the fucker down John

I’ll keep pouring till he’s gone

 

One day we’ll get to wash our hands

though our minds be ever black

I wish that treacherous DG

had given me the sack