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WHY’D YA DO IT?

When I stole a twig from our little nest
And gave it to a bird with nothing in her beak
I had my balls and my brains put into a vice
And twisted around for a whole fucking week

Why’d ya do it, she said, why’d you let that trash
Get a hold of your cock, get stoned on my hash?
Why’d ya do it she said, why’d you let her suck your cock?
ah, do me a favour, don’t put me in the dark

Why’d ya do it, she said, they’re mine all your jewels
You just tied me to the mast of the ship of fools
Why’d ya do it, she said, when you know it makes me sore
‘Cause she had cobwebs up her fanny and I believe in giving to the poor

Why’d ya do it, she said, why’d you spit on my snatch?
Are we out of love now, is this just a bad patch?
Why’d ya do it, she said, why’d you do what you did?
You drove my ego to a really bad skid

Why’d you do it, she said, ain’t nothing to laugh
You just tore all our kisses right in half!
Why’d ya do it, she screamed, after all we’ve said
Every time I see your dick I see her cunt in my bed

why’d you do what you did
why’d you do what you did
why’d you do what you did
Betray my little oyster for such a low bid

The whole room was swirling
Her lips were still curling

Why’d ya do it, she said, why’d you do what you did? . . .

Oh, big grey mother, I love you forever
With your barbed wire pussy and your good and bad weather

Why’d ya do it, she said, why’d you do what you did? . . .

  Heathcote Williams m.fl.
  from Marianne Faithfull: ‘Broken English’, 1979

 

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Jo Selsjord
Jo Selsjord
Nesoddinnvandrer fra omkring 1980; ydmyk og stolt amatør i det meste; evig interessert kverulant for Nesoddens mulige fremgang.

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