Wimping out for baby god No grudge nothing not even fear Only he was a lamb Nurse his hate hand he cut it on a jag
Oh spotty Sallys army All win they dared all sayed 'yeah' Dashed back calling out alarms Enough to wake the dead Freds Dead Freds With their hair waving all lazy and soft Like meadow grass under the flood
Rains cold and the wind blows All the rains is cold All the rains is cold
Best thing gone did ever have It was a good boy not bad With whole body just a-quivering With cleanliness Hate hand take the soul through drizzle ditch And the wormy garden vegetable garden bitch
Hide your hate hand in your secret place Your hate hand hide your hand
Now you remember children How blessed are the pure in heart Want me to take 'em up and wash 'em good? Them dead good? Like the only fish in the river Not safe 'cos they all had stones All had stones
With rains cold and the wind blows All the rains is cold Wind and rains is cold
Hide your hair it's waving all lazy and soft Like meadow grass under the flood
Rains cold and the wind blows All the rains is cold Wind and rains is cold