Jon Langford
Jon Langford
Jon Langford
Jon Langford
Jon Langford
Jon Langford
Jon Langford
Jon Langford
Jon Langford
Jon Langford
Jon Langford
Jon Langford
Jon Langford
Sun is over yard, blowing up a gale
And I need a drink and there is something that won’t fail
Pressed up on the bar, I’ve got my foot on the rail
He’s the prince of ale
Charlie Charlie, standing at the [?]
Hiding for nothing, yes this place is a dump
Killing [?]
He’s the prince of ale
Fucked up beyond all recognition
Fucked up beyond all recognition
Fucked up beyond all recognition
Fucked up beyond all recognition
He’s the prince of ale
[?] for a trouble or a treble
We give him [?] to the [?] rebel
Need something more to eat to balance up a scale
He’s the prince of ale
Fucked up beyond all recognition
Fucked up he’s a dirty [?]
Fucked up beyond all recognition
Fucked up beyond all recognition
Fucked up beyond all recognition
Fucked up