The Chair Needs Paint (based on a text by Drs. P; a tribute)


The land is tired
And grey're the skies
The wind is cold
As cold as ice
My coat is thin, its colour where
The road is long, the tree is bare

My back is bent
And might is sore
The air is foul
The bread is poor
The floor is wrecked, the roof is bad
The pane is smashed, the child is mad

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The wall is damp, the light is faint
The dog is mean, the chair needs paint
And money's tight, the bread is poor
Or did I say this once before

The eye is dim
The blood is red
The hair is grey
The horse is dead
The meat is tough, the work is hard
The beer is dear and there we are

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