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The votes are in. I think we should celebrate with a song
'Skidmark of the country' by EO
Everyone considered him
The skidmark of the forum
He'd never stood one single time
To prove the forum wrong
His mama named him MF
But folks just called him skidders
Something always told me
They were reading MF wrong
He was only ten years old
When his daddy did a runner
I looked after MF
'Cause he was my brother's son
I still recall the final words
My brother said to MF
Son I’m on my toes
cos you’re a little cnt
Promise me, son
Not to do the things I've done
Walk away from suity if you can
Now it don't mean you're weak
If you turn the other cheek
And I hope you're old enough to understand
Son, you don't have to fight to be a man
There's someone for everyone
And MF's love was MF
In his arms he didn't have
To prove he was a man
One day while he was working
The Churchill boy came calling
He bashed MF’s egos
N'there was three of them
MF looked in the mirror
And saw that he was crying
The torn dress, the shattered look
Was more than he could stand
He reached above the fireplace
Took down his daddy's picture
As his tears fell on his daddy's face
he heard these words again
Promise me, son
Not to do the things I've done
Walk away from suity if you can
Now it don't mean you're weak
If you turn the other cheek
And I hope you're old enough to understand
Son, you don't have to fight to be a man
The Churchill boy just laughed at him
When he walked out of the bathroom
He stood up slowly
And met him half way cross the floor
MF turned around they said
Hey look, old skiddies leavin'
You could've heard a seldge drop
When MF stopped and locked the door
Twenty years of crawling
Was bottled up inside him
He wasn't holding nothing back
He let 'em have it all
MF left the bar room
The churchill boy was soaking
He said, This one's for Wilmsy
As he bed-wetted on them all
N' I heard him say
I promised you, Dad
Not to do the things you've done
I walk away from trouble when I can
Now please don't think I'm weak
I didn't turn the other cheek
Papa, I sure hope you understand
Sometimes you gotta talk sh1te
When you're a man
Sockies are out in force this morning. Someones left the sock drawer open.
Wodders = SY
Churchill = Spod
Cojak = Jacko
Only one real poster here.
Surely a "sockie" is an ID that you don't admit ownership of. By your reckoning (MF) you are a sockie as there is no way on earth that your real name is "MarillionFan" or an combination of those letters. Although I concede you could be called "Marion LL Fani"
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