Peter Doherty Down For The Outing

Slowly down, down the river

The one you sold me down

Where my timber shivered

You hold them down

As they flailing

Yes as they drown

You say “ah look they’re waving”

Ah, Brittania somehow she was saved

Brittania raped by all the slaves

Raping all the slaves

Sorry Dad for every good time that I had

They made me look so bad

Sorry mum

I’m sorry for the good things that I’ve done

Gave you hope when there was none

No how can ya

Teach that we were saved

Oh

Do svidaniya tell me I can live

Ammonia and sieve

My baby coming with me

For the outing

In the prison of my mind

No three score ten wreck

I won’t be blind

I won’t be blindly led

A lion by a donkey

Oh how can ya

Teach that we were saved

Do svidaniya tell me I can live

Ammonia and sieve

My baby coming with me now

Down for the outing

In the prison of your mind

No pretty ribbons a wild beast will bind

No pretty rhythms may ease a troubled mind

Ease a troubled mind

Many troubled minds round here