The stained trouser expressnRides porpoise through the mountain pathsnThe road the roadnBe thankful if the wheels holdnThe point I made therenThere the homesteadnThe bright bald eagle overheadnThe Braintree taxi rank is spitting at usn'You bitten fleas piss off' the butternThe dairy sighs 'I'm lost in music' he's off round the housenPissing on a TV discardednnWhile all this is going onnWhere is the beach towel proffered to me coming fromnThose annoying moments of silence that often plague the unbravenThey're greatnnDrop, drop, drop, drop on the television screennLook mum, look mum I'm on TVnnIn a coal mine digging the old Liverpool soundnOn a slave ship digging the old Liverpool soundnIn the Barfly digging the old Liverpool soundnWith a wooden leg digging the old Liverpool soundnIn a skinny tie digging the old Liverpool soundnOn the slow train digging the old Liverpool soundnIn the Zanzibar digging the old Liverpool soundnWith a paperweight digging the old Liverpool soundnWith a wooden leg digging the old Liverpool soundnYeahnnEach drop of rain is my failed life weeping in nature