Carry me hooting and howling to the river to wash of my hands of the hot blood
|
the sweat and the sand
|
Any rival who goes for our girls will be left thumb sucking in terror and bereft of all coffin bearers
|
A crude art
|
a bovver boot ballet- equally elegant and ugly
|
I was as thrilled as I was appalled
|
courting him in fisticuffing waltz
|
Now I’m not saying the lads always deserve a braying
|
And I’m not saying the girls are worth the fines I’m paying
|
We’re just brutes bored in our bovver boots
|
We’re just brutes clowning ‘round in cahoots
|
We’re just brutes looking for shops to loot
|
We’re just brutes hoping to have a hoot…Hooting
|
hooting and howling
|
|
-----------------
|
Hooting & Howling
|
| Wild Beasts |
