
Lyrics kinda by WB Yeats. Gotta be their best choon since Fisherman's Blues, and culminates in a breathtaking, howling violin hurricane from Steve Wickham.
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Bloody crusty jugglers. I bet they have a scabby dog on a bit of string in their filthy caravan outside.
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