Sheila Nicholls - Seven Fat Englishmen lyrics

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Verse 1

Seven fat Englishmen sit around you on bar stools

Blood red faces unaware that they're dying fast,

And as this blood squeezes through their blocked arteries

These farming men, drinking gin, pickling their livers

It's normal here

Chorus

And I reach into this circle

To fetch you out

and I reach into this circle to fetch you out of this sticky mess of gin and

blood and soil but you can't leave,

gin and blood and soil but you can't leave.

And as the spice girls prostitute girl power in the background

On tinny speakers you smile and desperation seeps through your teeth

as you laugh with them

Agree with them, make business with them

Cos this is you're life

Verse 1

I have nowhere to take you and you have nowhere to go an I think its just too

painful for you to think there's any better