Backstabbing Time (Lyrics)

by Simon Patterson

 

Now that you’ve betrayed your conscience

Now that you’ve betrayed your soul

I’m here at the bar to tell them

That I knew you when you was a prole

 

Now it’s raining fire from heaven

Now my throat is hot and dry

I can’t find the words to damn you

But I will bring you down as time goes by

Every Friday evening it is

 

Backstabbing time

Backstabbing time

 

We both came from simple backgrounds

I know you still can’t read or write

But your collected works fill 50 volumes

We’re handed out your speeches to recite

 

You’ve probably heard how I abuse you

But do you know this tongue of steel

Isn’t just a way of talking

The weight inside my pocket is quite real

I’ll be a national hero until

 

Backstabbing time