hail mary, full of her son's supper
just swam the channel, hit land plumb tuckered
spic span, big fan of your music
the truth is, I didn't ask the bands if I could use it
face it, it all comes down to labels and greed
all I've got's fables and stables of feed
and an Anglophilic feelin', ain't learnt the slang, but willin'
jack tar - part hero, part villain
smart, chillin' - charm disarmed
the armor or aura is karma
to the Aurora Borialis (or farther)
Broker than a broke with a pence and a farthing
working for the rent, food, and car thing
rather be a bent dude starving, and do what I'm made to
than naked and famous to say what I'm paid to
- one minute, hate becomes love
if you're feelin' what I'm feelin' then put your mugs up
cheers, bitches!