It will be
Bryter layter
He said
The pub teletext read
The brass they pay
For muck shifting
Antipodean
Hangs
Like a horse's head
Above the outdoor
To The Jacket Inn
Where
A month's paypacket
Is a week
For JCB shitshovelling
Downunder
Downunder
I'm fuckingupforfuckingoff
Just youfuckingwatch
Whatsayyoulad
Eh?
Factor this f'thee
No more factory
No more
Nutsn'bolts
On buttered toast
No more scores daubed
On boilersuit backs
No stench
Where waste n' slack
Bubbles river n'
Deceases flowers as
The site collie barks the
Effluents
No more
Strikesout
Of brittania matches
For seniorservice
Influence
No more
Welded dartsmatches
Or papered
Wanderers weekendwins
Or shiny shitroll
A thou' of an inch
Thin
No more
Rivetingrounds after
That 'r
Tapered t' ward
The dirt of what
Mightr'mightnot
Someone's missus
Mightr'mightnot
Get up to at
Peacetime piecerate
No more
Boyracing fitter's mates
Or the last surviving
Warehouse Elvis
Talking
Sugar soap sagas
That just don't wash
And footbollocks wi'
Golfbores
Workbores n'
Pooling
Boringdraws
By the score
No more
Labour of swarfcuts n'
Jobcuts n'
Crossedthreads that
Steely tread
Where
Gastaped
Armbanded colonels
Toast vents that
Clatter bare
Where
The trophy's took
To the strapping Jock
To polish it
Eatyafuckingdinneroffthatlad
Shiny square
Where
Sirens match
The hooter matches
Where back rows n' rows of
Overalls by ankles
Grunt f't Sun
With a tab on
After
The crack
Violence of eggyolk
Across precarious
Outdated Industrialware
Reading pages
Back to 3
In perperfuckingtuity
No more
Wooden prospects
As halfsnapped yardbrooms
Asbestosly managed
Headtobastardtoe
In glazedraised
Portacabin shopfloorchic
With a report sneak
Of corrosiveliquid leak
Where
Corrosive tipoffs and
Calibrated ballots 'r
Forklifted by
Dynasties of masculinity
On to millbranded
Pallets
Heaped
With standup teas of
Five sugars
Pleading lottery
And bonusbollocks at
Ends of tabs n'
Ends of lines n'
Fish that big n'
Iron work thick in
Colours of ghosts that loom in
Boilerrooms
With the bang n' tick of
Barpressured
Overtime reliefshift
Schtick
Where
The polishedbrassmuck
Wi' governors
Steaming pigs
About
Generalstrikes
That run out
Where
Corporalpunishments'
Major
For weepingscabs
For what
Nursesmaid of
Sucklinggrade
Plaster
All their ways
All the way
From the lathe
To the grave
And plenty
Of filterless
Eh?
And plenty that 'r
Craven
Eh?
And plenty of
Rightbastards
Rightbastards
Every bastard day
Eh?
It will be
Bryter layter
He says
On the way to fit
A nonreturn valve
Leaves
Bosswhitefinger
Marks on
Blueleft shoulders
Canteenwise
In silent sympathy
Two filamenteyes
Describe goodbyes
With no suprise
Aye
Reckon it will be
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