Diehard, Tryhard, Blowhard Blues

•Diehard Tryhard Blowhard Blues• Foghorn Freddy had the face a frog Boggy swamp hopping From stump to log Summoning the leeches Like a demagogue Got the fleas all jumping Like the back of a dog Squealing on his buddies Like a trussed up hog Saying all the thieves Went and stole his job Stuffing up his pockets Getting bang for buck And if you want a penny Well you’re shit outta luck The future gonna hit you Like a 10 tonne truck A prime example of the man don’t give a fuck You’re a diehard try hard Blowhard baby Going on and on and it’s driving me crazy You can’t understand the shape that We’re in And I’ve given up figuring Where to begin And you say it out loud With your chest & chin For far too long And it’s wearing thin It’s high time we put that Shit in the bin Wrap it all up and start all over again Foghorn Freddy with his big fat mouth Started shittin in the swamp right In front of his house Since he moved to the vicinity It all went south A white trash car crash You better watch out get of the way if he’s coming about He’s gonna snuffle up your pockets Like a trough & snout He’s gonna pick your bones And pluck your eyes Leave your life in ruin Under desolate skies And none of it should ever Come as any surprise Sycophants enablers and alibis You’re a diehard try hard Blowhard baby Going round in circles and it’s driving me crazy You can’t understand the shape that We’re in And I’ve given up figuring Just Where to begin And you say it out loud With your chest & chin For far too long And it’s doing me in We better put that MotherFucking Shit in the bin Wrap it all up and start all over again Foghorn Freddy he been Puffing hot wind Conflating all his hate With the original sin It’s getting high time He wind the beak in You don’t interrupt him when he speaking nothing He promised you gold He giving you tin Hollering “hell you gotta cheat to win” Photo opportunities say fight fight fight Rounding up your children In the dead of the night The spooks got dumb And the goons are brutes And they know a thing or two about The trafficking routes You’re a diehard try hard Blowhard baby Every single syllable Is driving me crazy You can’t understand the shape that We’re in And We’re tired of you telling us You never don’t win And you say it out loud With your chest & chin For far too long With your shit eating grin And It’s beyond high time we put that Shit in the bin Wrap it all up and start all over again ~The Skeleton Cage~