Gary Miller Songs

"As a song poet there are few in the world today to match him"
Green Man Review, USA

 

Flesh and Bone

 

Lyrics

Who is this upstart and usurper?

His ambitions must not be allowed to go further

He thinks he can just come strolling in

And steal the glory we’ve worked hard to win


He’s not one of us

He doesn’t belong

His face does’t fit

His name is wrong


Like a climbing sprout

Or a devious scout

He means to flout

We’ll make him pout


We’ll carve his snout 

We’ll kick him out

We’ll put paid

To this foolish lout


Let him protest

Let him shout

We’ve got the right

We’ve got the clout


We know what

We’re talking about

We must stand firm

Without fear or doubt


We’ll ring his neck

We’ll pluck his down

We’ll rip his head

From his false crown


We’ll hack his flesh

We’ll grind his bone

Then bury his memory

Under rock and stone


His wind has blown

His bird has flown

We are the masters

Of flesh and bone


We are true heirs

To the Butchers’ throne

We are the masters

Of flesh and bone 



(Gary Miller)


© 2019 Whippet Records

Copyright Control MCPS/PRS

Illustration by Helen Temperley (Winkin Bitsy) © 2019

 

Helen's initial illustration for the project 'The Butcher Baronet' © 2018

 

Notes

 

Currently unreleased