Hobson's Choice

Beaten by a wooden spoon or two

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He met my eyes and hit me for a quid

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"It's my lousy memory" I told the Kid 
"What other men forget I still remember 
The flies are still alive inside the amber
It's a garbage can with rubbish for a lid"

And if we're lucky we'll be finished by dawn

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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