Lyrics

Derbyshire (Roberts/ Riley)

Appears on:
 Rock 'N' Roll Liquorice Flavour

Marc Riley - Vocals, Guitar
Eddie Fenn - Drums, Guitar, Piano
Phil Roberts - Bass, Vocals
Mark Tilton - Guitar
Simon Taylor - Guitar

In Derbyshire men sing strange songs of forgotten wars and evil smelling syrups
Weasels run wondrous free where men fear to tread and vicars wail like banshees from beneath holes in the fractured earth dug by the coopers of the mango trees that drip revenge and speak of glucose

Inside the mouths of suckling infants wild orgies in praise of dark lord satan chip the teeth and damage the gums of those too young to comprehend

In Derbyshire canoodling lovers gawp their jaws drop open and rattle as they carve their names on the legs of reptiles
In the highways and byways, the pubs and clubs marauding bands of mincing knaves sever the injured limbs of mice with Stanley knives and toothsome smiles, then smooth the pain with a tepid sponge

Men masturbate in saloon cars full of dogends their kipper ties dangle, they smell of yoghurt
Insects roam their bodies crawl in through cracks in the cranium and lay their eggs in the id
They smirk at the source of it all

Estate agents smite their own brow rend their own garments remove the plank from their own eyes, grab their own lapels and harangue themselves without mercy
With legs akimbo they moan 'there's two Neil Youngs, two of them, there's two now'

Oh Derbyshire my home, my wife, my lusty whore sheathing the M1 in thy grassy slopes do nothing until to thee I return and remain forever close to Nottingham