Peter wolfe - Down for the Outing lyrics

Slowly down, and all down river The one you sold you down Where your timbers shiver They'll hold you down And as you're flailing Yes as you drown You say "ah look he's waving" Ah, oh can ya teach that she was saved Fools of Brittania raped by all the slaves Raped by all the slaves Sorry Dad for the good times that I had They made me look so bad Sorry mum I'm sorry for the good things that I've done It gave you hope when there was none No how can ya Teach that she was saved Oh Do svidaniya tell me I can live Bicarb and a sieve My baby coming with me For the outing In the prison of my mind No three score ten wreck I won't be blind I won't be blindly led No lion by a donkey no Oh how can ya Teach that she was saved Do svidaniya tell me I can live Bicarb and a sieve My baby's coming with me now Down for the outing To the prison of my mind No pretty ribbons a wild beast will bind No pretty rhythms to ease a troubled mind There's many troubled minds Many troubled minds round here And Leicester