On a Rainy Stonehenge-cold Day On a rainy Stonehenge-cold day The head blinked – so the thunder so The pride I’ll go out on the range And take the dogs they’ll hem me. I’m happy married to the dogs They are faithful creatures – I pass The Bogside dessicate soil: Wrey-Sherman haunted the dead souls, I unionise the predators: And stick them with eternal dues. You see, what we’re gonna do here is the fOllowin: We’re going to Fuuuuuuuck It.: There were no need; they’re furies’-doomed.
