Lyrics:
When I was a tailor I carried my bodkin and shears
When I was a weaver I carried my roods and my gear
My temples also, my small clothes and reed in
burn down the huts they're locked in
Hew heads, cut throats this day of St. Crispin
Pay no mind to the vanguard
Knock your bodkins in time
Our longbows
Oh, when I was a tailor, I carried my bodkin and shears
When I was a weaver, I carried my roods and my gear
My temples also, my small clothes
souls of our brothers
Who fought for freedom from the dragon’s reign
Let the black wings’ blood run red
By the bodkin arrow let it bleed out
Fearless
Come in out of the rain thou sayest -
But thou ne'er step'st aside;
And I am trapp'd -
A distance there is...
None, save me and the bodkin -
starvin' and sold odds and bodkins
To old gods and goblins, golly
I'm just a pest and your worst best friend who mend and rip space-time fabric
Like
starvin' and sold odds and bodkins
To old gods and goblins, golly
I'm just a pest and your worst best friend who mend and rip space-time fabric
Like
front porch?
Or standing in the corner of the club with the blunt torched? It's off
They say he rhyme like he starvin' and sold odds and bodkins
a bonus
You know what Venus did to Adonis
Brush up your Shakespeare
And they'll all kow-tow - Thinkist thou?
And they'll all kow-tow - Odds bodkins
Brush up your Shakespeare
And they'll all kowtow
Think so?
And they'll all kowtow
Odds bodkins
All kowtow
Brush up your Shakespeare
And they'll all kowtow
Think so?
And they'll all kowtow
Odds bodkins
All kowtow
a bonus
You know what Venus did to Adonis
Brush up your Shakespeare
And they'll all kow-tow - Thinkist thou?
And they'll all kow-tow - Odds bodkins
and bodkins and other fine things,
You think I made much of my jolly herring?
What do you think I made of my red herring's ribs?
cylesbury great tower
express
The girl that she once was
Can never come to be
Crimson pen, a bloody bodkin
Erase the past that she must bury
Faded eyes are weary
From the burdens
aged in oak casks, as
Rhum's all out, so rogues a'plotting
My magnum opus is a doctrine, of singular focus
On being on point as a Bodkin, though it
You'll end up in Heck
Gal-dang, golly gee
Dad-gummed by our Lady
Odds-bodkins is a wreck
If I don't believe in Gosh, I fear
I'll see you there in Heck
a a switch like blade
I had to go tell these dutty bodkins ppl bade
I’m on the road to riches I told all my niggss that I don’t care how that it takes
claim they can see it bright
As if they've crossed the borderline with their own eyes
Pain's where truth lies ahead
Where bodkin stuck inside between eye
I have everywhere sought
and nowhere found
So I lift the bleedin' bodkin
And thrust the grief deepest in
The gleaming bodies of infinite skies
As I then fell into reverie.
My (struggling) heart felt it's end,
I lifted the bodkin.
I fall
The final recourse
And the fall, it made me tired,
Lauk! What a monstrous tail our cat has got!
Nay, if you brave me, then you go to pot
Come, bodkin, come! Take Mauxalinda's part
And stab her hated
glee
At daybreak than a twilight? -
Brawl not my imp, nor my cherub; reserve my judgement -
Crave not the sword when the bodkin fro ere thine is;
That
tempt you fain
Under my shining blade
Hilt in my hands
Woos me like blushing maid
Beauty of whores
By bodkin sharked and stained
From self-pity awoken,
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