Withdrawal
Once upon a time there wod a nebbly nod
Wot I trothe, ee knew im 'ow to plod;
'Ee plod 'is trothe day be wibbly day,
Eek non wot knew 'im listened wot ee say.
Ee say "Jimbly lost and flying high
Wid colours bright im psychadelic pie"
and world is cold, shivers setting in
he sees not hears not pain as liken to a pin
And his is not to reason why
'is fearly clash is foughten day by bleeding day;
'Ee struggles on, and Eek as well ee may.
Wot I trothe, ee knew im 'ow to plod;
'Ee plod 'is trothe day be wibbly day,
Eek non wot knew 'im listened wot ee say.
Ee say "Jimbly lost and flying high
Wid colours bright im psychadelic pie"
and world is cold, shivers setting in
he sees not hears not pain as liken to a pin
And his is not to reason why
'is fearly clash is foughten day by bleeding day;
'Ee struggles on, and Eek as well ee may.
