I’ll swap you the rain
For something solid,
Place it in my boot
And let your mother know,
A glass eye and a cupful of keep
From the bucket of a book room.
Reload, reload, tabulate,
And wait.
I’ll find your face in my dark window,
Masked and with ‘accomplices’,
Masked and with soapy capes.
Unearth the pipes,
Shrug off your dusty jacket
And try something else.
In the air, in the air,
Stop the stadium,
Stop the buying.
How many times before?
Lying just out of reach,
Silence the weapon,
Silence the weapon,
And take it home.
Leave them be beyond their desks,
Bite the hand that’s fed you.
Sam Huddlestone 