Juniverbrecher - The Indelicates

The language of Shakespeare

A trip upon your tongue

The wisdom of the hillside

The hormones of the young

Soccer’s to insurgency

As gridiron’s to war

The gift of dreary England

The gift you battled for

But Juniverbrecher

There’s wolf beneath the dog

Teeth and claws upon the moors

And monsters in the fog

There’s a place in the pack for a talker

A place at court for a fool

You slayed grown men in the union

Took giants down at school

They cried «Hurrah for Daniel!»

They put away their teeth

You had poetry to gild

The beasts that you ran with

But Juniverbrecher

There’ll be nowhere to hide

When the pack goes hungry

There’s easy meat inside

History’s a bookshelf

Diplomacy’s a game

There’s ink enough for men yet

A page or two for names

And the sea will swallow Dover

And the sun will scour the shires

The pack will leave no portraits

No wisdom in the wires

But Juniverbrecher

You’ll be left behind

When they catalogue the brutes

It’s only you they’ll find

Juniverbrecher

There’s razors in the scones

And strychnine in the clotted cream

And tea time’s coming on

Juniverbrecher

There’s razors in the scones

And strychnine in the clotted cream

And tea time’s coming on