Not once I’ve 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.

I’m healthy, I’ve survived, the surgeon didn’t believe
Well, and I revived in him the faith,
Even in America you won’t find hands like these -
I didn’t forget him.

My dreams, I have put them aside,
I waited to meet him and lived to see the payback.
I didn’t really threw the shag into his eyes,
But later I had a cigarette.

With pleasure I’ve never met, till today
Outright bastards like these
But now I’m satisfied: oh, how he lay,
Amidst the firewood, and didn’t breathe!