The Man, O Muse delights in taking a look back at his life, one damp night. Wasn’t ill advised. He fucked, conquered all holes & crammed everything he could up his nose & arsehole. He was my hero.
“Aye, deliver my soul; ‘fore I get old! Aye, deliver my soul; I done got old!”
Love loves to love love Decimating the competition was good fun But it wasn’t for everyone. After a mighty while, he pushes off to the happy isles with a smile See you in a while
“Yo! Deliver muh soul to a broken mould! Sold the family goal/gold for a lonely road! Aye, deliver my soul to a lonely road! Aye, deliver my soul to a lonely road!”