| 25/05/2010 |
What’s in that paper?
A man got prepared stained for it – a murderer!
My money is a bank of a dollar,
A quid nay my daily bread is a dollar.
A dollar a day.
Give me just one allot,
I’ll give you myself a night that worth; you a harlot?
From shelves steal for a season,
Yourselves made available in prison.
Have your way.