Who is This Bastard?

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Born and raised too fast New Yorker know it all seen it all with a fondness for the drink

dark smoky rooms with Prince Buster, the Dubliners or The Stooges in the background waxing pathetic intellectual about nothing good jukeboxes help pirate mood swings then the regret of being that pirate just as a good Catholic boy should be there are notebooks of mine scattered throughout this city plus others stolen i so i couldnt’ burn them in exorcism of myself or the romantic notion of being dyslexic hearted and hopelessly romantic while chain smoking.. i was born angry only just a bit its self defense when everything is felt…im not tough at all just good at taking the beating whether being deported or otherwise its just purgatory

On the first day of march it was raining It was raining worse than anything that I have ever seen
I drank ten pints of beer and I cursed all the people there
And I wish that all this raining would stop falling down on me
At the time I was working for a landlord
And he was the meanest bastard that you have ever seen
And to lose a single penny would grieve him awful sore
And he was a miserable bollocks and a bitchs bastards whore
I recall we took care of him one sunday
We got him out the back and we broke his fucking balls
And maybe that was dreaming and maybe that was real
But all I know is I left that place without a penny or fuck all
But now Ive the most charming of verandahs
I sit and watch the junkies, the drunks, the pimps, the whores
Five green bottles sitting on the floor
I wish to christ, I wish to christ
That I had fifteen more
And its lend me ten pounds, Ill buy you a drink
And mother wake me early in the morning

The boys and me are drunk and looking for you
Well eat your frigging entrails and we wont give a damn
Me daddy was a blue shirt and my mother a madam
And my brother earned his medals at mai lei in vietnam
And its lend me ten pounds and Ill buy you a drink
And mother wake me early in the morning
On the first day of march it was raining
It was raining worse than anything that I have ever seen
Stay on the other side of the road
cause you can never tell
Weve a thirst like a gang of devils
Were the boys of the county hell
And its lend me ten pounds and Ill buy you a drink
And mother wake me early in the morning
And its lend me ten pounds and Ill buy you a drink
And mother wake me early in the morning

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