Poor Bastard! Lyrics

You've seen the spastics on the bus who dribble down the glass I wonder why we make them live when nature lets them pass


(poor bastards!)


Watching cripples on TV now my tears fall in my tea Christians whining at my door bringing heartache from the poor


Starving lonely blind and black broken hearted sick and fat You know I'm not overjoyed while the hangman's unemployed!


Poor Bastard!


Retarded children should be slapped, the ugly too and the handi-capped Sex aids benders to their knees - no such luck for amputees!

Don't reach for the razor, don't take it to heart We had to be cruel to have a good laugh


(sounds of coughing in damp basement)

(spoilt, snot-nosed, hateful schoolboy brat - played by Dave) Mother, are there any more crusts?

(horrible, whining upper class twat of the year, mother - played by the rev) No! There are no more crusts!

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