10 September 2012
Trenchart alley's dirty But at least it shuns the wind Of an evenin' (mid-October) When the sun's Autumn scarlet's thinned.
This greatcoat is heavy with drizzle Not lighter for all of them holes But the heaviest is a regretful heart And the threadbarest, dispossessed souls.
Your charities have their conditions And I'll suffer them none, if you please Though the wind and the temperament's bitter Before i'll kiss arses, I'll freeze.
For it's them that pretend they are list'nin' Who caused me to fall from their race Cause I can't hold my mouth, reputation went south.. Well! I'm truthful. I just got ONE face.
You can fuck your false smiles and your handouts I'm unshaven. There's more hole than shoe. There's gutter space here in ol' Trenchart... When you fall out of favour, I'm you.
Trenchart Gutter Blues • Opuss № I