Life Of A Small Fry Lyrics - Singles - The Men They Couldt Hang

A wretched party stood and prayed 

Under the lashing rain and thunder 

The ropes fell through the handles, the coffin sloping under 

The earth slipped through black fingers 

At the graveside where she stooped 

And an ill wind howling through her veil 

For a man who served no good, he served no good 

He never was an evil man, hard but fair, his mother said 

A timid youth of ridicule, each schoolday made him quake with dread 

In the showers and the rugby field, the bullies came to play 

Most nights he'd weep and piss the bed 

But he vowed they all would pay, they all would pay! 

Like his father in the coldstream guards, he was soon in married quarters 

Licked his way up through the ranks, he had no time for sons and daughters 

She waits on him, the sweet young thing 

Repenting at her leisure 

Like a blinkered mount he charges on 

How much longer is her tether 

How how she laughed, while so lovingly she spurned him 

For time had stole ungraciously all the dreams she'd been yearning 

No joyous cries of children, is this marriage granite firm 

It breaks his heart that seeds can't grow, from a bag of watered sperm 

He joined the prison service, she broke the chains and left him 

For the first time he was all alone, a demon's soul possessed him 

An institute of misery, in a painful sea of darkness 

And from inside his tortured mind, cruel, bleak and heartless 

An angry mob was breaking out from the chokey cells and 'D' wing 

Tonight the hard lags call me tune, come the dawn, no birds will sing 

No more raining down the stick, a violent end draws nigh 

No hope, no tears, no mercy, for the life of this small fry!