Martin Carthy And Dave Swarbrick - Bra** Band Music lyrics

Turn the parks to office blocks, Earn yourself a profit Learn the way to make it pay, Burn the guy who'd stop it. Little Bill Cotton sat on his bottom, Totalling his a**ets, Learned that arms were in demand, Sold both his for hatchets. Sold his blood for blots of ink, Sold his lungs for coal dust. Sold his legs for wooden pegs. And what was left for composte. Puffing Bill has run out of steam, his iron lung is rusting Puffing Bill can't pay his bills so drop him in the dustbin Lil Maloney cut off her breasts, Put them up for auction, Sold to the man in the bowler hat, To pay for her abortion. The trees are blind in Lovers' Lane, the paper weeds are blooming, So don't go giving your heart away, when the heart market's booming. The holy founder found a word, Hit it with a hammer, Crucified the hole inside, Sold it for a tanner. The word was worshipped from afar, On the coloured packs of cornflakes, The word was used to cure the blues, Bad breathe and tooth-ache. The Liberty Bell is sinking fast, the bars are made of cardboard, You'll never climb aboard in time if you don't know the pa**word. Lord Land Dandy planted a stone, Watered it with interest, Watched it rise to granite size, Went to reap a harvest. A wily wizard wove a spell, To make the wheat grow whiter, The riving earth gave instant birth, To giant nests of vipers. The rain is raining DDT, the hay is ripe for burning, The wind swings like a pendulum and the seas swarm with vermin Turn the gra** to jags of gla**, Turn the rose to plastic, Turn the birds to lumps of terds, Turn the trees to match sticks. Turn the stars to neon lights, Turn the moon to paper, Turn the clouds to chiffon shrouds, Turn the seas to vapour. Turn the screw and turn the wheel, Keep the d**h bells chiming, Aint you proud that every shroud, Has got a silver lining.