In the Stocks - Snuff

Join the legion of the damned

heart in a bucket in the lost and found

a label tied to the side of the bucket

please look after this bear.

Kings Corss, Euston, Paddington,

back to Marylebone,

and down to Tyburn.

taking it all down around you

a hearty liquid breakfast inside you.

Can you, point your finger

judge it all on your own terms

and let the whole world go to hell?

Whether sister or brother

it won’t work without each other.

Can you turn your eyes,

turn your head,

turn your heart off,

turn and walk away?

Standing on a wobbly soapbox.

A hypocrite I should be in the stocks.

But if you’re so pure and innocent

I’ll supply the rotten eggs.

Reasons, grievances, what ifs,

are you happiest pissing on your chips?

With your voodoo dolls, thousand yard stare,

and a death wish that’ll get you there.

Can you, point your finger

judge it all on your own terms

and let the whole world go to hell?

Whether sister or brother

it won’t work without each other.

Can you turn your eyes,

turn your head,

turn your heart off,

turn your heart off,

turn and walk away?