Industrial Extermination of the North

And in tempering the highest of the low

Great swell of humanity.

Who dons purple gown?

And in the murky waters supply barges, stinky parallel lines

Sometime in the past

“Is this where the bombs fell grandad?

I heard it said men gave their lives”.

Clocking in clocking out, dancing in sweat and beer

From grouse to panel, we’re all still beating

Hastening retreat

On standing too close you smell the blood, grease merciless,

 They’ve made mud pies.

Steady retreating hands.

Out of their grim, into their shells

Seeing no scribbled faces, clean sheets, Sunday best.

Sun kissed pawn brokers

“Is it true grandad what they say, was it like that!”

“They’ve nowt worth buying, begging never was. 

All cock, cunt, and lies”.

Soft listening eyes.

“Your not looking hard enough!”

“I can’t see”.

“Oh yes you can, open up your eyes.

Let the stench fill your nostrils.

You get used to it.”

Join us now we’re on the road to oblivion.

Sing along with Joe, Sing along.

They made no noise.

Lonely Scotland sings now.