Real Stuff from REAL STUFF by Keith Brown

Real Stuff

Picture this, we went to a party
A spinning room and a shakey floor
We went to do what makes us happy
With closed doors and the curtains drawn

Serpentine, he was acting funny
He threw his tankard against the wall, saying
"I can't abide your squealing honey,
No one's listening anymore"

Tell me what he wore!
On the shakey floor!

Serpentine was summoned slowly
For judgement of his whole life story
When the wind was strong
Been blowing all day long

Said “you won’t see me in a hurry”
The mystic Gods were almost worried
Then the sun was gone
Been sunning all day long

Have you ever seen a face so low to the ground?
He was fine ‘til he started listening to the sound
Of the voices in his head that were bringing him down
Oh, Serpentine turn that frown upside down!

There's always some fat cat making the laws
And executives on high floors, sucking at straws
And investors in their basements looking out for
The next needle in a haystack, I’ve been here before

Settling
Settled in a hole
Settling
Settled under stone
Settling
Settled all alone

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