Bastard

Out on the moor

burning with cold

I sprawled on the ground

while the moon flew above all crisp and cold

and so icy there wasn't a sound

till his head hit the table

and the music got louder

a fight in the room

and I'm getting so tired

All I knew I really need is somewhere to hide

Don't mutter at me, you bastard

I've got cheap emotions

knock me down with a feather

I show you the door

Tell me a joke

all points to the north

I left as soon as I could

He dropped like a glas

smashed up on the ground

in the fag ends and beer

he lay there quite still

bitter fears cut his heart

he'll live to regret this

so don't start

.... I really need is soemwhere to hide

Don't mutter at me, you bastard

I got cheap emotions

knock me out with a feather

I show you the door.