War paint
but this ain't
the
last stand
this is England
no
hostiles here.

We dream of the prairie
because
our lives our dreary,
I dream of Revere
no hostiles here.

Sheer pluck alone can cut to the bone
if you're an artist and most of us are.

Sing?
well that's a hit or miss thing
if
'Britain's got talent'
they are keeping it hidden.

As you may see I go off on a tangent
and sometimes it's two
it's what I do
It's who I am
angular
irregular but
a man all the same
and if war paint's the game
and it ain't the last stand
count me in.