Birmos in the Cowshed

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Half Man Half Biscuit - Rock, Post-Punk

Birmos in the Cowshed

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Now that you know who Has entered the pen I may never see you Ever again But I'll still have the memory Striding cocksure through the mist Birmos in the cowshed Silkies on the wrist I like my rice pudding Creamy and thick But cheap nostalgia tends To get on me wick Yet bless these odd exceptions I find hard to resist Birmos in the cowshed Silkies on the wrist Things ingrained invade all thoughts Of fixing on today Out goes flu jab two fifteen In comes Vale away Beyond the nеxt bend, who knows what As comfort looks to flee Pictures in the distancе Still soothe Hook wrapped 'round my neck I'm leaving the pen Seems I'll never see you Ever again Drifting with the morphine Keeping with the tryst Birmos in the cowshed Silkies on the wrist Phantoms in the cowshed Silk scarf on my wrist

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Credits

Writers
  • Nigel Blackwell
  • Neil Crossley