A song for Harwich,
We live in an ancient port, lots of medieval buildings, a thriving artistic community ,it is beautiful,
Talk in a bar, had me running home to write this,
about a man who was washed up nearby, presumed
to be involved in criminal activity.
Two opposing views of Harwich, different thoughts.
A smugglers life is not for me.
Rolling over the deep blue sea,
guns cocaine and LSD,
All available duty free
They say a life of crime dont pay
They found my legs in Bathside Bay.
They say a life of crime dont pay,
they found my legs in bathside bay
A smugglers life was not for me,
A skulls the first they found of me
The CID came out that day
looking for evidence of foul play
they say a life of crime dont pay
They found my legs in bathside bay
A life lost in the wake,
was all that i had left to take
they say a gull pecked out my eye,
and left my skull grinning at the sky
they say a life of crime dont pay
they found my legs in bathside bay
a smugglers life was not for me
I fell down the deep blue sea
Guns cocaine and LSD,
All available duty free
They say a life of crime dont pay.
They found my legs in bathside bay
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