Not once Iíve met the bastards along the way,
But one I remember very clear -
He insidiously threw a handful of shag in my face,
Knife into the belly and disappeared.
Iím healthy, Iíve survived, the surgeon didnít believe
Well, and I revived in him the faith,
Even in America you wonít find hands like these -
I didnít forget him.
My dreams, I have put them aside,
I waited to meet him and lived to see the payback.
I didnít really threw the shag into his eyes,
But later I had a cigarette.
With pleasure Iíve never met, till today
Outright bastards like these
But now Iím satisfied: oh, how he lay,
Amidst the firewood, and didnít breathe!