Life Of A Small Fry

<br>A wretched party stood and prayed<br>Under the lashing rain and thunder<br>The ropes fell through the handles, the coffin sloping under<br>The earth slipped through black fingers<br>At the graveside where she stooped<br>And an ill wind howling through her veil<br>For a man who served no good, he served no good<br>He never was an evil man, hard but fair, his mother said<br>A timid youth of ridicule, each schoolday made him quake with dread<br>In the showers and the rugby field, the bullies came to play<br>Most nights he`d weep and piss the bed<br>But he vowed they all would pay, they all would pay!<br>Like his father in the coldstream guards, he was soon in married quarters<br>Licked his way up through the ranks, he had no time for sons and daughters<br>She waits on him, the sweet young thing<br>Repenting at her leisure<br>Like a blinkered mount he charges on<br>How much longer is her tether<br>How how she laughed, while so lovingly she spurned him<br>For time had stole ungraciously all the dreams she`d been yearning<br>No joyous cries of children, is this marriage granite firm<br>It breaks his heart that seeds can`t grow, from a bag of watered sperm<br>He joined the prison service, she broke the chains and left him<br>For the first time he was all alone, a demon`s soul possessed him<br>An institute of misery, in a painful sea of darkness<br>And from inside his tortured mind, cruel, bleak and heartless<br>An angry mob was breaking out from the chokey cells and `D` wing<br>Tonight the hard lags call me tune, come the dawn, no birds will sing<br>No more raining down the stick, a violent end draws nigh<br>No hope, no tears, no mercy, for the life of this small fry!