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Raoul Moat

by CrackTown

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MOATY!!!!
Get in, ya big, baffling, folk-hero, ya!
Didn't last long, did it, cats and kittens?
Good.

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One Sunday mornin' Raoul went oot upon a shootin' spree,
His bord had shagged a coppa - and that just wouldn't dee,
He lurked ootside the windae and he hord them on the job,
And when the fucka came ootside, he shot him in the gob
CHORUS
Wisht, lads; haud yer gob; I'll tell ye aboot that psycho Geordie,
Wisht, lads; haud yer gob, I'll tell ye aboot Raoul Moat
Now Moaty wor a bonny lad; he looked good for his age,
He posted shortless muscle-pictures on his Facebook page,
He worked hard as a booncer, braying clarts who cut up rough,
Until the bastad polis said "Howay, man; that's enough!"
CHORUS
Now Moaty wrote a letter that explained all his distress;
He said the soche had let 'im doon; his head wor in a mess,
He taped his conversations - which just proved he wasn't right,
But they took his bairns and told him "haddaway and shite"
CHORUS
Now Raoul wor a survivalist, he'd watched Bear Grylls for tips,
On how to live on berries and by nickin' fish and chips,
The folk of Rothbury wor scared as Raoul roamed near and far,
Except for one brave coppa who got shot sat in his car
CHORUS
Gascogine came doon in dressing goon;
He'd just been to a wake,
He'd been all day on Newky Broon; he 'ad the fuckin' shakes,
He shooted oot: "It's Gazza, man; I've bought ye up some scran"
The silent neet, a churking sob;
And then the shotgun's bang.
CHORUS

credits

released July 10, 2013
Music: trad/arr CrackTown.
Lyrics: all CrackTown
Produced/engineered by Jonathan Howell

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CrackTown UK

Loveable cultural mudlarks gleaning acoustic treasure from the putrescent corpse of the UK as it bobs sickeningly in the noxious and apathy-choked estuary of the early 21st Century. Blues/country/folk/punk swallowed seperately and whole, then sicked up into your unsuspecting faces as a surprisingly palatable mélange seasoned with Secular Humanist rage. Country music with knob gags is what it is. ... more

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