Lyrics

There was a rapper in Bristol Town And he told a wicked story He said, "I pray to the ghosts in my head And they speak what lies before me I mould them thoughts into golden orbs And the audience applauds me" And he loved the love of strangers well But he loved his missus poorly It weren't too long till a man ran along And said, "I'll be your agent" They rode to a tower where the cocaine flowed And the fat controller praised him His lady called from home and said "That's cause for celebration" But he never got back that month He went on tour and kept her waiting There is a pub down Easton way Where tired folk can gather They tell tall tales of a ship full-sail And a bold and broken rapper Who went too far too fast in the game Where snakes sell broken ladders The ghosts fell out of his head, and soon His mind went tumbling after The faster you write, the harder you fall (The faster you write, the harder you fall) There was a rapper in Bristol Town But now he begs for coppers Shakes his tin at the spinning door Of the fat controller's office Curses all the folk within: "You fat cats all are tossers" And his girl's long gone, her old love done She had some better offers The faster you write, the harder you fall The harder you fall (The faster you write, the harder you fall) There was a rapper in Bristol Town Who told a wicked story I never had his fame, but now I'm glad he lived it for me He died this morning, pulled from the gorge A sad and listless body He loved the love of strangers well But he loved his missus poorly