文本歌词

Perfect Louse - David Thomas
Oh for the lengths I have had to go
And the further pains of my expression
I want you to a shout they play to you virtues
And that you hold over them a considerable advantage
But like the muck-peddler
Devised the ruin of your purity
And like the rough-shodder
I have trampled your good name
I am a perfect louse
I bleed the goodness from your body
To think I thought
I could change and oh to believe such piffle
I long never to rest in the tomb of my family
Or be hoist to the id may
I be scattered here with you
To think I thought
I could change and oh to believe such piffle
I long never to rest in the tomb of my family
Or be hoist to the id may
I be scattered here with you