Piers Hobson's Blog
And though I am a singer of soul
Sometimes my brothers are breakers of bones
Will they crown me King
In a limestone ring
Or are they coming for to carry me home
Stop crying now, let daddy dry your tears
There's no bogeyman to get you, never fear
There's no ogres, wicked witches
Only greedy sons-of-bitches
Who are waiting to exploit your life away