As a young man,
I was never one for sitting still at school
When I went to
London town, I was paid to play the fool
From
Canary
Wharf to
Skibbereen to
Timbuktu and back again
You know they're queuing round
the block to see me
Seems everybody has a price,
alive or in the dirt
A hundred pounds and thirty more,
that's what I was worth
Keep your knives away from me,
give my body to the sea
I don't care if there's no one there
to see me
Paid a fisherman to throw me overboard
But my dying wish he was ignored
Stole my body and they
boiled it to the bone
Strung me up, all bones and feet
Sign the red there underneath
Yes,
Stan's charred has burned
from the county of
Tyrone
So come on, marvel at my size
And damn your bones
and damn your eyes
You and round the block to
see me
So welcome to my house,
it's a museum for the obscenest
I can punch off from hell, it's like hello
Me and
Mr.
Jax, we talk long into the night
Jacks was a hunchback,
he died and was brought back to live out his days
Before the inscrutable gaze of 10 ,000 strangers,
naked as I am tall
Jimmy
Chris not have learned to fly, the
STB burned by the sky
He went round the block to see me
We airy walk to
Skimmery, to
Timbuktu and back again
You know they're queuing round the block to
see me
What do you think of it?