P[ee-e]S-P[ee-e]M Lyrics

The stained trouser express

Rides porpoise through the mountain paths

The road the road

Be thankful if the wheels hold

The point I made there

There the homestead

The bright bald eagle overhead

The Braintree taxi rank is spitting at us

'You bitten fleas piss off' the butter

The dairy sighs 'I'm lost in music' he's off round the house

Pissing on a TV discarded



While all this is going on

Where is the beach towel proffered to me coming from

Those annoying moments of silence that often plague the unbrave

They're great



Drop, drop, drop, drop on the television screen

Look mum, look mum I'm on TV



In a coal mine digging the old Liverpool sound

On a slave ship digging the old Liverpool sound

In the Barfly digging the old Liverpool sound

With a wooden leg digging the old Liverpool sound

In a skinny tie digging the old Liverpool sound

On the slow train digging the old Liverpool sound

In the Zanzibar digging the old Liverpool sound

With a paperweight digging the old Liverpool sound

With a wooden leg digging the old Liverpool sound

Yeah



Each drop of rain is my failed life weeping in nature