Bastard - Mekons

Out on the moor

Burning with cold

I sprawled on the ground

While the moon flew above all crisp and cold

So icy there wasn’t a sound

'Til his head hit the table

And the music got louder

A fight in the poolroom

I’m getting so tired

All you know that I really need is somewhere to hide

Don’t mutter at me, you bastard

I’ve got cheap emotions

Knock me down with a feather

I’ll show you the door

Tell me a joke

All points to the North

I left as soon as I could

He dropped like a glass

Smashed up on the ground

In the fag ends and beer

He lay there quite still

Bitter fears cut his heart

He’ll live to regret this

So don’t start

All you know that I really need is somewhere to hide

Don’t mutter at me, you bastard

I’ve got cheap emotions

Knock me down with a feather

I’ll show you the door