Early Years

Early years

Were a shroud man

Only a grey cloud

Shot in the dark

Hanging out

With your dad

His plans for revenge

In some hick-town

Caravan park

Never keep

A good one down

Early years

Were a dreadnought

Waiting to tread board

And my work

Down the pan

Hanging round

By the back door

One foot in

The stage door

Some disaffected

Fly-by man



Got wired by a cable

Got wild on a table

Scared the shit out of me

All for the free state

The snow and

The greasepaint

I left the singing family


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