the soft boys
the rat's prayer
I believe in all or nothing Sometimes in the early morning I believe in anything  Hungry for the dusty war cries Hiding from a line of cat's eyes I believe in Natty Dread  When the gods have shaved and spoken Soft farewells to spin unbroken Leaves to match the newly dead  From eye to eye the tumult gathers Victims work into a lather Take us with you when you go  Up the trap door Down the sewer Off the slat shot shut they trossed Like a horn in ragged water And slitting up the slot spot cut  From wall to world the end is never Odd or strange or even clever Cleave it with an iron slice  While Cook's below the frothing cinders Mend the skull of old Belinda Thudding on a bulb of ice  Here is love and here is cancer Cleanest velvet for the mince event To comes your aching teeth  Rot the skin of past and future Tiny leads are bound to suture When they show through underneath  Roar the waves so close and hollow A tide that must be satisfied Foam is fertilizing Rotting cleansing of the valiant rat