笨小笨A Winters Tale歌词由Hightown Pirates演唱，出自专辑《Welcome to Wilderness Hill (Explicit)》，下面是《A Winters Tale》完整版歌词！
A Winters Tale歌词完整版
They didn't teach us anything,
They just filled us up with fear.
A history written by the victors
A god that's never here.
They didn't like us anyway
They knew we'd seen too much
The comings and goings of the men of the cloth,
Stealing souls with their filthy touch.
One day those faces turn to dust,
The tears that cut your face, nothing but rust.
And you're finally in tune, with your favourite song
Made enough mistakes, to know your right from wrong.
They didn't teach us anything,
Nothing we could use.
They made a bonfire of our dreams
Stood back and lit the fuse.
They didn't trust us anyway.
They knew we had them sussed
One day, we'll fly away
escape their filthy clutch.
Yeah one day those men's face turn to dust,
The tears that cut your face, nothing but rust.
And you're finally in tune, with your favourite song
Made enough mistakes, to know that you belong
So here we are, in a seaside town where the rent was cheap cos it was awash with brown.
The slum landlords, the dispossessed, the refugees and all the rest.
I've met a fella without a name, if you ring him once or twice, you'll end up ringing him again. He works for the council on the bins, he didn't think it mattered in the great scheme of things.
That he makes a few quid on the side selling heavily cut charlie, to middle aged bald men who're fat and ride Harleys.
And a couple of old skinheads, a few army vets, who hold racist views and are full of regret.
Yes back in the day when they were young and proud.
And Thatcher flogged their country by the pound.
They brought their council houses, that years later got sold.
Now they've retired to the coast with their hard-won pot of gold.
But they're under attack from poor people in boats, it's the stuff of nightmares mate, it ain't no joke. But you're welcome here if you're white, and believe in the right god, you know I'm not a racist I just don't like..
What was that you said? You know I fought for queen and country then I drove a lorry for years when the army didn't want me. I'm really not a Tory I think all politicians are the same, but my mates all voted Brexit they needed someone to blame. They hate the middle-class apologists who use words they don't understand, so we'll fight them on the beaches to defend our injured land.
Yeah we'll fight them when we go abroad to support Engerlaaaaand.
Yeah we'll fight them to our dying day, one World Cup and two world wars.
Yeah we'll fight them on the beaches like in Margate in '64,
Yeah back when we were young and angry, but we didn't know what for.
Now we're all at sea in this dirty old town where the rents gone up cos all the Londoners moved down.
There's yoga on the high street, smashed avocado on fancy bread, more Air BnBs less refugees and the old guard have all fled. Another angry old man in a seaside town, decades after he'd put his uniform down, started picking up resentments daily with his copy of the Sun, he wishes he'd fought a real war like his grandfather had done.
So, his sold his house again and moved further up the coast to escape from all the hipsters and the poor people in boats.
And we all washed up in a seaside town where the rent was cheap cos it was awash with brown. The slum landlords, the dispossessed and me and you and all the rest.
