Martin decent came to play, came to play, came to play

On a bright and winter's day

Turned his coat in the morning



Martin decent spoke out loud, spoke out loud,

Told his tale to the listening cloud

Then he turned his coat in the morning



Ate his greens and his rhubard raw

Chewed his food with a vigorous jaw

Wrote down he all he heard and saw



Martin decent sang along, sang along, sang along

Leant his voice to the children's song

Then he turned his coat in the morning



Told a few little lily-white lies

Hid the truth behind his eyes

Nobody knew he was in disguise



Martin decent danced a lot, danced a lot, danced a lot

Struck the pose for a photograph

Then he turned his coat in the morning



Martin decent went back home, went back home, went back home

Slept like a log in a bed of his own

Then he turned his coat in the morning



Yes he did!

Hey! fuck him! roll him in manure!



(trans. sean miller - sean_miller@mindless.com)




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