You selfish Bastard,
Cant you for one minute think of the cost
Thousands of pounds, just to throw a bit of dirt
Over your bloody carcass
While your having a fucking good time
It's alright for you your dead
What about the living
The way your mates drink
The wake will cost a fortune
I'll have to comfort all your girlfriends
How can i sleep with five women
In the one night
You always were a selfish Bastard

Written Saturday Febuary 2006

allan james saywell

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