Minor Stab

Somepeople was an angry thin-skinned man
Couldn't get along with his one-man band
Quarter stick rocket and nails in his pocket
And a crying shame, Somepeople is his name

Oh, Poor Old Pierrot Somepeople, what an unfortunate name
Some people have the lowdown notion he is the one to blame

He used to take the train from old Montparnasse to Madrid
Hustles up a little under fifty quid
Underneath the shell is an angry fire
But who's the first to jump on the pyre?

Oh, Poor Old Pierrot Somepeople, what an unfortunate name
Some people have the lowdown notion he is the one to blame

Some people like to bake a honey-coiled ham
Some people like to roast a leg of lamb
Some people have a complicated coat to mend
We'll all be milking goats in the end

Poor Old Pierrot Somepeople, what an unfortunate name
Some people have the lowdown notion that he is the one to blame