Abney Park Things Could Be Worse
Things could be worse I'm not a fretter But then there's the curse Things could be better!
My neck is bruised And my shoulder's cut I stand accused Chained in this hut
Pay the cabin(?) I want my money paid today(?) Now my payment's due I've kept my point of view
Later on, sir Took a spell of evil pay(?) I can smell the brew And I hope I don't end up in someone's stew
My hand is thick With matted blood A painful trick And I have his bud(?)
I should have known To keep secrets hid My cover's blown Lord save this kid
Pay the cabin(?) I want my money paid today(?) Now my payment's due I've kept my point of view
Later on, sir Took a spell of evil pay(?) I can smell the brew And I hope I don't end up in someone's stew
Things could be worse But then there's the curse My neck is bruised I stand accused
