The Tatty Truth - Sophie

This is a story of primal fear
About a devil in the hills
Coming over here and he's
Grinning like a fox eating guts in the long grass

This is a story of an ancient foe
Of deep rooted hatred
Oh how it grows and he's
Grinning like a fox eating guts in the long grass

I wonder
I wonder
Was it him?
I wonder
I wonder
Was it him?

A mid winter stroll
After a bottle of wine
The white lady appeared on the Atlantic skyline and he's
Grinning like a fox eating guts in the long grass

A fair young bride
Dealt a crushing blow
Her body abandoned on the Christmas eve snow and he's
Grinning like a fox eating guts in the long grass

I wonder
I wonder
Was it him?
I wonder
I wonder
Was it him?

This crime so grim
It must have been him
None of our own
Would commit such a sin
He's not from around here
He's just a blow in
He's lost control
And ripped her limb from limb

The love of a father
The depth of his grief
His tears drip down in disbelief and he's
Grinning like a fox eating guts in the long grass

Suspicions arise
About a dark cloaked man
A throwback perhaps to the old black and tans and he's
Grinning like a fox eating guts in the long grass

I wonder
I wonder
Was it him?
I wonder
I wonder
Was it him?

Written by:
Des Ryan

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