it was "I awoke so drunk and full of rage..." ?

where talks about smashing someone with heavy ashtray or something- there some kind of weird double expletive that he delivers quite funnily.

In stagger lee

"I'd climb over fifty good pussies just to get to one fat boy's asshole"

"There was a chord in you that I could not find to strike"

There was a thick set man with frog eyes
who was standing by the door
and a little bald man with wing-nut ears
was waiting in the car
Well Robert Moore passed the frog-eyed man
as he walked into the bar,
and Betty Coltrane she jumped under her table.

"What's your pleasure?" asked the barman
he had a face like boiled meat
"There's a girl called Betty Coltrane
that I have come to see"
"But I ain't seen that girl 'round here
for more than a week"
and Betty Coltrane she hid beneath the table.

Well, then in came a sailior with
mermaids tattooed on his arms,
Followed by the man with the wing-nut ears
who was waitin' in the car
Well, Robert Moore sensed trouble,
he'd seen it comin' from afar
and Betty Coltrane she gasped beneath the table.

Well, the sailor said "I'm looking for my wife,
they call her Betty Coltrain!"
The frog-eyed man said "That can't be;
that's my wife's maiden name."
And the man with the wing-nut ears said,
"Hey, I married her back in Spain!"
and Betty Coltrain crossed herself beneath the table.

Well, Robert Moore stepped up and said
"That woman is my wife."
and he drew a silver pistol
and a wicked bowie knife;
And he shot the man with the wing-nut ears
straight between the eyes
and Betty Coltrane, she moaned under the table.

The frog-eyed man jumped at Robert Moore,
who stabbed him in the chest
and as Mister Frog-eyes died he said
"Betty, your the girl that I loved best!"
The sailor pulled a razor,
Robert blasted it to bits
"And Betty, I know you're under the table."

"Well have no fear," said Robert Moore,
"I do not want to hurt you!"
"Never a woman did'na love me
half as much as you.
You are the blessed' sun, girl
and you are the sacred moon."
and Betty shot his legs out from under the table!

Well, Robert Moore went down heavy
with a crash upon the floor
and over to his trashin' body
Betty Coltrane she did crawl.
She put the gun to the back of head
and pulled the trigger once more
and blew his brains out all over the table!

Well Betty stood up and shook her head
and waved the smoke away.
Said, "I'm sorry Mr Barman
to leave your place this way."
As she emptied out their wallets she said,
"I'll collect my severence pay."
and then she winked and threw a dollar on the table.

well ah jumpt! and fled this fucken heap on doctored wings
mah flailin pinions, with splints and rags and crutches!
(damn things nearly hardly flap)
canker upon canker upon one million tiny punctures
that look like...
long thin red ribbons draped across the arms of a lil mortal girl
(like a ground -plan of Hell)
curse these smartin strings! these fucken ruptures!
enough! enough is enough!
(if this is Heaven ah'm bailin out)
if this is Heaven ah'm bailin out
ah caint tolerate this ol tin-tub
so fulla trash and rats! Felt one crawl across mah soul
for a seckon there , as thought as wassa back down in the ghetto!
(rats in Paradise! rats in Paradise!)
ah'm bailin out! there's a mutiny in Heaven!

ah wassa born...
and Lord shakin, even then was dumpt into some icy font,
like some great stinky unclean!
from slum-chuch to slum-church, ah spilt mah heart
to some fat cunt behind a screen...

evil poppin eye presst up to the opening
he'd slide shut the lil perforated hatch...at night mah body
blusht
to the whistle of the birch
with a lil practice ah soon learnt to use in on mahself
punishment?! reward!! punishment?! reward!!
well, ah tied on...percht on mah bed ah was...
sticken a needle in mah arm...

ah tied off! fucken wings burst out mah back
(like ah was cuttin teeth!!)
ah took off!!!
(rats in Paradise! rats in Paradise!)
there's a mutiny in Heaven!

oh lord, ah git down on mah knees
(ah git down on mah knees and start to pray)

wrapped in mah mongrel wings, ah nearly freeze
in the howlin wind and drivin rain
(all the trash blowin round 'n' round)
from slum-heaven into town
ah take mah tiny pain and rollin back mah sleeve
(roll anna roll anna roll anna roll)
ah yank the drip outa mah vein! UTOPIATE! ah'm bailin out!
UTOPIATE!
if this is Heaven ah'm bailin out!
mah threadbare soul teems with vermin and louse
thoughts come like a plague to the head...in god's house!
mutiny in Heaven!
(ars infectio forco Dio)
to the plank!
(rats in Paradise! rats in Paradise!)
ah'm bailin out!
(hail Hypuss Dermio Vita Rex!)
hole inna ghetto! hole inna ghetto!
(Scabio Murem per Sanctum...Dio, Dio, Dio)

What we once thought we had we didn't, and what we have now will never be that way again
So we call upon the author to explain

(Doop doop doop doop dooop)

Our myxomatoid kids spraddle the streets, we've shunned them from the greasy-grind
The poor little things, they look so sad and old as they mount us from behind
I ask them to desist and to refrain
And then we call upon the author to explain

(Doop doop doop doop dooop)

Rosary clutched in his hand, he died with tubes up his nose
And a cabal of angels with finger cymbals chanted his name in code
We shook our fists at the punishing rain
And we call upon the author to explain

(Doop doop doop doop dooop)

He said everything is messed up around here, everything is banal and jejune
There is a planetary conspiracy against the likes of you and me in this idiot constituency of the moon
Well, he knew exactly who to blame
And we call upon the author to explain

(Doop doop doop doop dooop)

Prolix! Prolix! Nothing a pair of scissors can't fix!
Prolix! Prolix! Nothing a pair of scissors can't fix!

(Doop doop doop doop dooop)

Well, I go guruing down the street, young people gather round my feet
Ask me things, but I don'r know where to start
They ignite the power-trail ssstraight to my father's heart
And once again I call upon the author to explain

(Doop doop doop doop dooop ...)

We call upon the author to explain

Who is this great burdensome slavering dog-thing that mediocres my every thought?
I feel like a vacuum cleaner, a complete sucker, it's fucked up and he is a fucker
But what an enormous and encyclopaedic brain
I call upon the author to explain

(Doop doop doop doop dooop ...)

Oh rampant discrimination, mass poverty, third world debt, infectious diseease
Global inequality and deepening socio-economic divisions
Well, it does in your brain
And we call upon the author to explain

(Doop doop doop doop dooop ...)

Now hang on, my friend Doug is tapping on the window (Hey Doug, how you been?)
Brings me back a book on holocaust poetry complete with pictures
Then tells me to get ready for the rain
And we call upon the author to explain

(Doop doop doop doop dooop ...)

I say prolix! Prolix! Something a pair of scissors can fix

Bukowski was a jerk! Berryman was best!
He wrote like wet papier mache, went the Heming-way weirdly on wings and with maximum pain
We call upon the author to explain

(Doop doop doop doop dooop ...)

Down in my bolthole I see they've published another volume of unreconstructed rubbish
"The waves, the waves were soldiers moving". Well, thank you, thank you, thank you
And again I call upon the author to explain
Yeah, we call upon the author to explain

Prolix! Prolix! There's nothing a pair of scissors can't fix!

but tomorrow something else:) I like the Guruing down the street!
Yeah Stagger Lee too...Mercy Seat. Ah he's the best lyricist in rock IMO!

.

has a lot of alternative lyrics and i think improves even on the brilliant album version.

but I couldn't remember how it went

"as big as a fuckin' really big brick"

I always wondered if that was improtu

From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one
She stared in my eyes and smiled
For her lips were the colour of the roses
That grew down the river, all bloody and wild

All of Brompton Oratory is amazing

Also also! when he's all like "i turn the other cheek and you lay into that"

sorry

Nick and Blixa

I think my migraine is getting worse

"i'd climb over 100,000 whores just to suck your cock"....

Probably the most romantic thing statement ever *sighs*