Village Idiot Lyrics & Chords By Mother May I

Its thirty foot long and it stinks of piss, Sores and scabs all over it, Its rude, its wrinkled, its veins are blue, Its the Thursday morning pension queue. F*** off down the...read more

Did you see the lad, on the corner He was standing drinking wine Wears his overcoat in the summer And short sleeves in the winter time Takes his holidays, down at the bookies ...read more

Call him the Village Idiot But he not really that stupid Town people hurt the pit of his heart Though they say he's not that smart Can do a job and get a start ...read more